The Bah-Bah-Lamb Incident

This is Nova old guy-guy shortly after his beloved Nikki went across the Rainbow Bridge.

Nikki was a year older than Nova, and she was his seeing eye husky, kept beside him at all times, made sure he was ok. I hear that he looked at her like his mother.

In the lower left hand corner, you can see Bah-Bah Lamb. Bah-Bah lamb was Nova's toy and he didn't share it with anyone, not even Nikki. One day when Nikki's time was near, Nova went upstairs and got Bah-Bah, carried him downstairs and plopped him down right next to Nikki. The humans cried their eyes out.

After Nikki passed, Nova carried Bah-Bah with him wherever he went, and slept with Bah-Bah at night. They were inseperable.

Then I came along. Nova did NOT let me anywhere near Bah-Bah lamb, he got very angry if I even sniffed it, and he actually hid Bah-Bah where nobody could find it... and I tried finding him.

About a month after I arrived, I was playing chew on the human woman when Nova walked into the room, and in his mouth was Bah-Bah lamb! The human woman didn't know what to think of that, and I was confused too, since I had been told that the ONLY rule of the house was that I didn't touch Bah-Bah lamb.

After a moment, Nova walked over, and plopped Bah-Bah down right next to me! WOW! He accepted me, he wanted me to stay at the house, he thought I was OK!

So I ripped Bah-Bah lamb to shreds in about 10 seconds.

For some reason Nova wouldn't talk to me for a long time after that. I use to take the de-stuffed head into the yard to throw around... great fun.

Meeshka
(well, he GAVE it to me)

This Just In

Professional husky excavation teams were called in when a tip was received by the FBI that the remains of Jimmy Hoffa may be located under this gigantic pile of dirt.

The team coordinator expects digging to be completed within an hour, and quite possibly won't end until the other side of the earth is reached, or the team finds a mole... whichever comes first.

More details to come.
Meeshka
(and now, the weather... ITS HOT!)

Everyone Was Right

Feeling like a snack, I finally clawed the human woman and asked her where my mole went. You should have heard the lame excuses she gave me. "Its ALLLL GONE", "It went buh-bye", "No mole for you"... I wish she'd just talk normal like we do. Just say you threw it over the fence like everything else!

One time Sam got a mole and wouldn't give it up (now I know why), and the humans chased and chased him around the yard. They finally cornered him and reached into his mouth, except they weren't expecting a soft, warm, dead thing. The human man thought it was a bat and yelled and flung the mole, which riccocheted off the human woman's chest, and bounced right into my mouth. OOOH, what luck!

They had to chase me for it then, what fun. Of course, carting around all of this fluffiness gets tiring and it wasn't worth the work to get the snack. Unlike Sam, who can chew and swallow while he runs (except for adult squirrels, but he gave that a heck of a shot), I'm a dainty eater and like to take my time. They took it away from me. sigh.

I got an update on the cute little puppies the rescue just got in (pictures at the next round), and apparently Mama Willow is doing the horka horka for them because she's out of milk. I think humans need to show that caring for us. I'd like a well chewed steak and baked potato horked out for me please!

Meeshka
(gathering pictures for the next round)

Where Do I Live

Someone asked a while back where I lived and why was it so hot there.



I live in a state called Merryland, except its not very merry if you ask me.
The humans say that you "can't get there from here", they complain about people who drive all the time, they complain about their jobs all the time, they complain about stores, and generally all they do is complain. I would think if we really lived in Merryland, they would be happy.

In Merryland, there are a lot of icky, don't taste good bugs. Its HOT all the time, unless its winter, and then its COLD but there's hardly any snow. It rains all the time, when its not hot or cold. Its also something called "humid", which sounds an awful lot like what they would call a small huamn, but its not. Humid is when its SO HOT that it feels like you're living in an armpit. Humid is like when the human man takes a shower and forgets and shuts the door with me in there and the whole room steams up. That's HUMID.

We're suppose to live near a "coast", but I haven't seen it. About all I've seen is some icky, smelly water with stuff floating in it.

Old guy-guy Nova use to tell me tales of when he lived in a place called Florida, where it was so hot his feet would burn on the pavement. Then a place called North Carolina, which is actually south of Merryland, so I don't know why they named it North anything if its south of everything. He said it didn't snow there either.

Come to think of it, I haven't been anywhere other than Merryland. I think its time for a road trip to scout out a nicer place to live, and nothing with confusing North/South names either. Huskies aren't good at directions, so if there's more than one state named something, we'd just get lost and go to the wrong one. How hard is it to come up with names of states and not be redundant? There aren't that many!

All for renaming North Carolina to Ralph, raise your paw!

Meeshka
(how hard is it?)

The Story of Loki

This is the mutatoe gimpy pawed suck up named Loki:

Loki was found gimping along a very busy highway in Pennsylvania and he was taken to a shelter. A husky rescue nabbed him up and posted his picture on their site, and the human woman just gushed and talked about this little interloper, and just had to have him. Oh, that's all we heard about for weeks, and then they brought him to visit us.

Sam HATED him initially. Sam wanted to be the PUPPY of the house, and this troublemaker with his deformed little paw and being so tiny to begin with was sure to suck all of the attention away from us. After about an hour, Sam eventually sat on him (which is Sam's way of saying "ok, you can stay") and that was that... he was here for good. Now I had two step-brothers to deal with, and at that time the old guy-guy Nova too.

Its exhausting work trying to make sure they both stay out of trouble. If Loki isn't getting stuff out of the sink, then he's stealing soap out of the bathroom and eating it. If Sam isn't off stealing toilet paper, then he's usually doing something else devious. I have to watch them all the time and tattle on them to the human woman to make them stop.

Loki thinks that he owns the house now. At first he would try to walk like me, sit like me, be cute and fluffy like me, but he's scrawny and not at all fluffy. He use to have to wear a brace on his mutant paw and he'd actually use it to hit us with it. That thing HURT too! Walking up and baffing us on the head with it. Thankfully he doesn't have to wear it any more. The specialist decided that there wasn't a whole lot they could do to surgically repair that mess of a foot, so he just does what he wants without a brace. He runs really fast too, and his speciality is to wait by the house until we want to come in, then race at us as fast as he can, spin around and grab us by the tails. I hate that... he sucks.

Another annoying thing about him is that he can't woo. Tries, and fails. He's pathetic. He yaps more than he woos, which he'll manage a pathetic woo once in a while, and the human woman just goes nuts over that, hugs him and stuff. When he gets special treatment, I'll walk up and pile drive his head into the floor, just so he knows who really is the boss in this house.


Here he is trying to look ugly and scare Sam. If you look closely, Sam is doubled over with laughter. He's so pathetic.

Meeshka
(see what I have to deal with)

P.S. I have no idea where the group husky photo was taken. Some human by the name of Bonz sent it to me to use for Blogathon.

Lining up to Access the Computer

Unfortunately, for households with only one computer and mutliple huskies, my legions of fans have had to line up for their chance to read my blog and words of wisdom. I think this is very unfair to everyhusky.

Once I am queen of the world all vacuums will be banned (yes, including d.dyson and vroomyd, and that nameless purple thing in the living room), all baths will cease, digging will be allowed everywhere, everydog will have a computer and a personal cat to assist them, or be chased if we feel like it... (except for Zeus).

We will sleep on the beds, unhindered by humans who will be forced to sleep on the floor cushions they bought us and claim to be very comfortable.

We will eat before the humans (even though we already do that here, but I hear others aren't allowed to eat until the humans eat, which is totally unfair).

Doorknobs will be replaced by dog doors, no cars are allowed (they hit too many of us) so those stupid scooter things will only be allowed, and they can pull our air conditioned carts so we can get to important places if we need to get there and its too hot to run.

Napping for everyone is mandatory, even for the humans, who will still have to work in order to buy us things, but work will now be doing good things for humans and dogkind, not typing up silling reports that nobody reads.

All humans will have to report to shelters and pick up their mandatory dogs (yes, more than one), and then they will have to spoil them. There are a lot of dogs without homes, and too many humans with too much money, so every human will have to keep at least two dogs in their house and spoil them. If a human is found to be walking or carting without a dog, they will go to a shelter and see what its like living in a cage with no air conditioning and getting your food plopped into a dirty bowl for a change. Humans just aren't allowed to be out without their dogs to make sure they aren't getting into trouble.

Since every human has to be escorted by at least one dog at all times, that means that all food places, grocery store, every business will allow dogs to go into them, pick out what they want and the human will pay for it.

I think this is only fair... once I'm Queen of the world.
Suggestions, tips?

Meeshka
(can't wait to rule everything)

The Art of Sniff

Ok, for all of the humans who are reading, its about time you understood doggie language and start incorporating it into your every days lives, because once we take over... it'll be required. No more of this shaking hands stuff.











The international greeting will be sniff. Say you're walking on the street and see somehusky you know, you greet them with a good sniff. This tells you where they've been, wait they've been eating, and who they are. Remember, its common courtesy to extend your backside after the greeting sniff to reciprocate the greeting.
















Sniff can also be useful to apologize for something you did. Husky faux pas?

Give a courtesy sniff. A courtesy sniff doesn't require a reciprocal sniff in return. Here Loki is apologizing for one of the many things he's done to me. I'm sure it involved grabbing my delicate tail and pulling it.
















Sam and Loki demonstrate here how to approach someone and ask if it is ok to approach them without getting yelled at. This is a delicate approach, as you never really know the mood of the husky you are approaching.
















After they are given approval to approach, then its always a good thing to let them sniff, so the one you are approaching knows it isn't a cruel trick and you are just pretending to be nice and will pounce on them anyway (as Loki does all that time).

Sam is clearly showing that he just wants to approach (and probably sit on you, because Sam really likes to sit on stuff), and that he doesn't want you to leap up and skitter after him in the yard.

I really don't see what is so hard about husky etiquette, and how humans continue to do silly things and get in trouble. One good sniff, and you know exactly where you stand with any dog, none of those silly "harrassment" issues to deal with.

For those of you who want in on the purse raffle and didn't bid $25, if you want to make another bid (because apparently you can't change the amount once you put it in) we will add the total amount you bid and if it is over $25, we'll include you in the purse raffle! Just make sure you bid under the same name, or let us know about your bids and we'll include you.

oooh, the human man is making grilled tuna sandwiches. I'm sure he's making one for me, so I gotta go check that out.

Meeshka
(can I have cheese on my sandwich please)

The Story of Sam

This is Sam (aka: Sammy, Sammywinks, Sam-a-roony, Sam-Sam, Sammymeister, oh for the love of god enough).

Sam was born, then given to some guy. The guy didn't have enough time for him, so he dumped Sam off at his mother's house. The poor mother couldn't keep up with him, so she'd just open up the front door and let Sam run across a busy highway where he'd "do his business" and then run back. Its a wonder he wasn't squished.

The mother finally had enough and sent him packing to a rescue. The humans happened to be looking for a plaything for me and saw Sam posted on the rescue's site and asked him to come visit. He was chewable, and gimpy, and I approved of him, so he got to stay.

A few months later, Sam had to go in and get his bionic hip. Sam is a mess, you see. He was born with really horrible hips, and one of his front legs is shorter than the other. He kinda rolls when he walks, but we don't say anything to him about it (just laugh behind his back).

For WEEKS after the surgery, I wasn't allowed to torture him at all. He had to stay in his crate with his funny poodle cut back leg (I'll find some pictures of that), or he had to be on a leash in the house or yard because he was "healing". That's no fun at all for me. They get me a plaything and I can't play with it.

After he got better, he was flaunting his "bionic hip" to me all the time, saying how much faster he was and how he could jump higher (who cares). He's a funny husky. He's always worried about inconveniencing someone. He doesn't ask to go out, he'll stare at the door. Won't say a word, just stare, like he's trying to open the door with his mind. Then when someone finally opens the door, he gets all excited, like he actually opened it with his mind. Dork.

He's a good plaything though, especially after the mutant pawed suck up came to the house. Instead of the mutatoe bugging me, he bugs Sam, so I guess I'll keep him around for a while.

Meeshka
(got my food, time for a 25 minute power nap)

Purse Raffle!

Ok everyhusky, here's the purse that Harnessed to Hope Northern Breed Rescue will be raffling off to the sponsor who pledges $25 or more!

Its a really cool bag (from what I hear), and they had an e-bay auction a while back and one sold for a gazillion dollars, but here is your chance to get one if you sponsor over $25 and win the raffle.

I'm a bit peeved that I'm sitting here at 12:30 (and by the way, blogger's clock is really off or something, I hit that button right when the powerbook says 00 or 30 and blogger puts some random time stamp on them... humans can't do anything right), where was I, oh yes, I HAVEN'T EATEN LUNCH YET!

My lunch is suppose to be in my bowl at 12pm sharp and here it is 12:30 and NO LUNCH! First some stranger comes in that we can't sniff and jump on, now a late lunch. Must I do everything myself around here!

It use to be that the humans kept our bag of food out in the open, so when they were late, we'd just rip open the bag and help ourselves. I thought that was a nice thing of us to do. They're busy, we're hungry, we help ourselves. No, they had to go out and buy these big bin things and lock our food in them. Now we can't be helpful and feed ourselves anymore. See, that's where the humans get you. They MAKE you dependent on them, try to make you think that you can't do anything by yourself, you need them to help you do things, like eat, and potty. Its all part of their evil plot to keep us from taking over the world. They develop things that require opposable thumbs so we can't open them, they design trash cans with lids that we can't get into, they make doorknobs almost impossible to open so we can't get out without their help.

We all have to make their lives impossible. That's why I demand to be let out, wait five minutes, then demand to be let back in (repeat at least 4 times an hour), I claw when its food time, I claw when its bed time, I claw when its time to wake up. Sure its tiring, but one of these days they'll get sick of it and start buying things that will allow me to care for myself without their intervention.

Oh, whew, that rant wore me out. Gotta claw the human woman to tell her she's late with lunch now. Be back in a half hour.

To answer your question Turbo, that would be the old guy-guy Nova laying on the floor in front of the couch in the slipper pillow picture. And sorry I got your name wrong Copper, Hershey set me straight on that.

Meeshka
(the starving)

Mail Call, Time To Answer Some Questions

I'll be going through comments throughout the night and answering questions.

First up, Cooper! Cooper seemed a bit miffed because I linked to Hershey's blog and not Coopers. Well Cooper, one thing you have to learn about huskies is that we need attention (when we want attention, leave us alone otherwise), but sucking up and putting links on YOUR site will get you some attention in return. You must adore us, or we will ignore you, or give you the claw.

Brant: That's a funny name for a dog, but who am I to judge. Thank you for admiring the work I do to take over the world. Taking over the world is very tiring, organizing everything, getting everyone to play nicely with each other. I don't know where I find the time in the day to do it all, but it is a worthwhile cause and needs to be done for the good of humans.

Hershey: the computer will die much quicker if you pee on it. That way your human can get a good computer that doesn't have all of those silly limitations to it and catches cold all the time. She can also switch her blog to blogger.com and then everyone can post comments and tell you how much they adore you, instead of having only SOME people with those funky computers and those funky "required" accounts being able to comment.

Blue: YES I get asked that ALL THE FREAKIN TIME. Not only do they ask if I can see out of the blue eye (um, hello, humans have them too), but then they ask whether its normal to have one blue, one jade, or they ask if my beautiful redness is normal (um... look at human woman, that's natural red, believe it or not), why aren't you asking her if that's normal. I get the "are all huskies that fluffy", to which I have to tell them that no, only I am THIS fluffy, but all huskies do shed a LOT. That's another one... they actually ask if we shed alot! Um..no, we barely shed at all, really... we're so low maintenance and all, don't even bother buying a vacuum, you won't need it. Here's another doozy "is that a wolf". I just stare at them when they ask that, or I claw them. Unfortunately Hollywood is so cheap and lazy, they usually use huskies as wolves in their movies, therefore everyone thinks that we're wolves. I even saw one movie about a sled dog and they used a FREAKIN GERMAN SHEPHERD! Can you believe that! They apparently said that they tried to use a husky, but it wouldn't listen to them... hehehe... perfect.

Meeshka
(not blind, see very well thank you, red is normal, two different eye colors is normal, yes all huskies are fluffy (but not as fluffy as me), I'm not a wolf.)

My, Aren't We Demanding!

Yes, yes, me sitting on human woman's head, all in good time.

If I posted that now, you all would abandon me and go about your day as usual, while I slave away at this incredibly non-huskynomic computer chair, tapping away with my very sharp claws the rest of the night, so yes, it will get posted, but not at this 11:30am post.

To appease you for a moment (maybe), here is me using the human woman's feet as a pillow.



Yep, that's the human woman. She use to have these fuzzy slippers that resembled a small furry creature. We had to rip them to shreds when she wasn't looking, but they were awfully comfortable to lay my dainty fluffy head on while they were still in one piece.

She usually lives in those ghastly blue flannel sleepy pants things, even goes outside in them. She's very embarrassing sometimes. Especially when she literally screams out "GOOD POOPY" to the whole neighborhood. I don't particularly announce to the whole world after she's flushed the big white water bowl that they use to do their business, so I don't see why she needs to scream it out to the world after we've done our business.

Meeshka
(the horror)