Saturday, May 30, 2009

Its Always Me

I'm convinced that the human woman has that Munchausen by dog thing going on. No, Munchausen isn't a pathological need to eat junk food continuously, although she has that too, its that thing where people hurt themselves all the time to get sympathy from their friends.

Case in point, she was standing right where I was putting my foot down and the next thing I know she's screaming and hollering, jumping up and down and clutching her foot. She's accusing me of stomping on her foot so hard that I bruised it. How could little fluffy me do such horrendous bruising to a human foot? Human feet are apparently quite delicate and bruise easily. She once stubbed her toe on the Mutatoe, and while the Mutatoe is quite ample in the ass, I don't see him being so sturdy as to damage a toe.

She also accuses me of clawing her bloody (especially during storms) but if she would just do what I demand, when I demand it, at the times I've set forth in the rules of the house, I wouldn't need to claw her. Apparently humans are so dense that you have to claw them a LOT to get them to follow rules. I truly don't see how they even function as a society with their set of rules and laws when they can't remember that at 6pm my food bowl better be on the ground and filled!

pffft

Meeshka

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

My paws hurt from digging for grubs. What? You aren't suppose to say anything on wordless Wednesday?

I am husky, hear me woo on Wednesday.

pfffft.

Meeshka

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Fitness Training


Sorry I'm not posting a lot, but its a full time job making sure the Human Woman sticks to her fitness schedule. As her personal trainer I have to remove the Little Debbie snack cakes from her face and supervise her training rotation.

I swear, I have no idea how humans survive without canine supervision.

Meeshka

P.S. She's still very gaseous

Sunday, April 19, 2009

In Case You Were Wondering

Hey, the humans turned on the air conditioning, so I've been busy sucking all of the cold air coming out of the vent. Its my job, its what I do.

Let's see, what's new... nothing really.

Human woman cleaned up the thunder room for us in case the thunder comes. The thunder room is very handy because its like my own person torture room just for the human woman. The Mutatoe has to join us (because he's a girly dog and has to be within three inches of the human woman or he cries), so not only can I stomp and claw the human woman, but I can stomp on the Mutatoe and get away with it because "I'm afraid of thunder and loud noises". Heck, if I can get away with it, I'll start being afraid of the sun if that means more clawing.

Here's an obligatory picture of me.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Um, its MY blog

For those of you with encouraging words for the Human Woman’s stop smoking plight, yeah, yeah, whatever, go post a comment on HER blog, this is about ME!

Apparently she’s totally exaggerating the horror of her experience and told me to tell all of your humans that the lozenges aren’t THAT bad if you like sucking on lozenges, but apparently sucking on lozenges keeps her from drinking coffee and shoving snack foods in her mouth 24 hours a day. The horror.

Enough about her, unless its to say that she came home after work late and didn’t feed me dinner until late and frankly there’s gonna be some clawing going on whether she’s “suffering” or not. Its quite apparent that she’s obsessing about this whole no smoking thing and is not giving me the time and attention I so richly deserve.

As promised, here’s the new “do” she’s sporting. Say it looks nice, even if you don’t mean it, remember, she is armed and off the nicotine.

Meeshka

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Shhhh

The human woman is trying to quit smoking again. Had I known that I wouldn’t have clawed her earlier, which is why she’s wearing two neon bright smiley face bandaids on her arm (because that’s all they had) and now she’s glaring at me with her new hairdo.

I’ll post a picture of the new hairdo as soon as she stops keening, rocking back and forth and muttering something about Commit tastes like ass. Seriously, I really have no idea what she’s talking about this time, but her breath does smell a bit like the Mutatoe’s butt.

Meeshka