Its Grub Season!

Thanks to the Irene rain, rain before Irene rain, and the torrential downpours we've had today, I'm officially announcing that its grub season in Merryland!

Its all nice and muddy out in the yard, perfect for grubbing!  Here is some of the earlier handiwork before the torrential downpours this afternoon:

Its blurry only because the Human Woman has been doing nothing but cleaning since she's been home this week, and her arms shake uncontrollably from the exertion.  If she's not flitting here with cleaning, she's flitting there with cleaning.  Cleaning all the time, and yet... amazingly enough, the place still looks like it hasn't been cleaned.

Of course, this may be because we've been spending a lot of time outside, digging for grubs in the rain, then coming in to take a break and shake our mud all over.  She loves when we do that!

At one point she yelled at me for being selfish.  She told me that the pups in Texas didn't have grubs and they didn't have rain, and it was so dry there that the whole state is on fire and pups and kits and other animals have to flee for their lives from the icky fire.

Well, I didn't like that at all, and I stomped my delicate (yet muddy) feety feet at that.  As the Queen I cannot allow one state to get so much rain when another state needs the rain, therefore I am hereby announcing that all rain needs to go to Texas right this very moment.  If the rain doesn't move to Texas, then I am calling on all pups, kits, and other HULA members to do what I am doing:

I am standing out in the middle of the rain to collect all of the moisture in my incredibly fluffy fluff, and then I will walk to Texas and shake, thus putting out some fires.  I have a lot of fluff, so that's a LOT of water I can douse on the flames.  I want all HULA members to immediately go outside and gather as much rain water as you can and meet me in Texas.

Of course, I guess I should have told the Human Woman what my plan was, as she's not very happy at my water collecting mission at the moment, so I may be a bit late to Texas.

By the way, Human Woman friend Laura... its MEESHKA... I looked you up, you better be glad Misery isn't on the way to Texas... harumpf.

Laborless Day

Yawn everybody!  Its apparently "Labor Day" for the humans, which means for the past few days, the Human Woman has been laboring.  She's been like a total freak cleaning the house with garbage bags.  We feel it has something to do with the disappearance of the Human Man, who the Human Woman claims she took to the airport... but we're beginning to wonder if he isn't really stuffed in one of those contractor bags.  We're waiting for the tell-tale odor of good stinky roll in it smell.

We've been very helpful though

As some of you have remembered... its usually the time that Uncle Jack comes to visit, which means:

• Horrible catastrophe (natural and man-caused)
• The unexpected death of a celebrity

This year, the Human Man went to visit Uncle Jack... leaving us here alone with the psychotic Human Woman and her contractor bags of doom.  This doesn't mean that there won't be a horrible catastrophe, or an unexpected death of a celebrity, because the rule is: if more than one of the Human Man's family is located in the same area at one time, chaos and wackiness ensues.  It'll be a triple whammy on Thursday, so you have until then to get in your ghoul pool guesses:

• Horrible catastrophe
• Celebrity death

Just comment on the blog with your guesses and we'll see who wins.

Just as a hint:

I'm just sayin...

- Meeshka

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The human woman went to a place called the "maul" the other day. This place sounds perfect for huskies, and yet she never allows us to go there with her. She's very selfish like that.

Anyhoo, she happened to catch sight of these nifty little items. Apparently they are slippers that the humans wear, and as they walk about, the slippers dust the floors for them. Ok, this just clinches just how lazy humans are, if they can't be bothered to pick up a mop or duster thing and actually clean their own houses, then the world is ours to conquer.

To her credit, she thought it was a stupid idea as well, since we have carpet and these slippers would not be very helpful at all in helping her clean up after our fluff. She muttered something about the creator of these slippers getting rich and being able to stay home with their dogs all day and wait on them hand and foot (while wearing their dusting slippers of course).

This got me to thinking, if I could come up with something that humans with dogs could wear that would help them clean up our fluff, then we wouldn't have to listen to that stupid Dyson all the time, and they humans would have plenty of time to spend with us.

Therefore, here is my latest invention: The fluffy slippers:

Made from a space age polimer slipper, the fluffy slippers are really cool because they're just like those stupid wheelie shoes that kids wear in the form of lint rollers. The humans can whiz around the house (and when I say whiz, I'm not talking about how Sam whizzes around the house) and clean really quickly so they can play with us.

Of course the human woman has no balance whatsoever and keeps falling down, so I need to work with her to get her to stay upright for the infomercial I'll be filming and then I'll make a zillion dollars and I'll buy a maul for all of us huskies to play in.

Meeshka