Hey Kids! Let’s Play A Game of Low Intensity Asymetrical Warfare!

A little Game we played last night at Angus Manor

Game Conditions: I played the role of Russia, Ainsley played Ukraine, and the chewie that our friend Ficelle Scottie Terrier sent us got to play the role of a Geo-political Asset, in this case The Industrial Heartland of Eastern Ukraine.  Mama got to play the International Community, and Daddy, i.e. Catman, played the Mainstream Media, filming the whole thing.

Here’s how the game Works:

Me, playing Russia, tries to take the chewie, playing the role of Industrial Heartland of Eastern Ukraine, while Ainsley, playing Ukraine, tries to utilize said asset and at the same time keep me from taking it.  Because the Ukraine, i.e. Ainsley, knows she can’t win in open warfare, she has to move it while keeping the conflict low, and I try to take the asset, i.e. chewie, very low-key so I can avoid the condemnation of the International Community, i.e. Mama

Let’s Play the Game:

Looks like I, i.e Russia, lost, and didn’t get Eastern Ukraine, doesn’t it?  HAHA!  Jokes on you!  Once the Mainstream Media got bored and shut off the camera, (probably because the Kardeshians had a fight with Kanye or something), I took the asset, i.e Eastern Ukraine, i.e chewie, while Ainsley had to divert her attention to get a drink of water, i.e. tend to democratic needs that I, Russia, have no use of!  Mama, i.e the International Community, saw the whole thing but said nothing cause I didn’t revert to open warfare to take the asset, and besides, she doesn’t really want to upset me cause of my big bark, i.e Nuclear Weapons.

So once again, I win!

You might ask how come I didn’t get a chewie too, and only Ainsley had one.  Well, I did get one, but I already safely stored my asset in my heartland of the industrial area of Russia’s Ural Mountains.  (i.e – my stomach)


Yesterday was a busy travel day for us.

About 1 pm we got loaded in Scottie Personnel Carrier (SPC-NONARMORED) along with my Daddy (i.e. Catman), Mama, and Hooman Grandpa and headed to the Chicago Airport.  Traffic there was terrific (and not in a good way).  We had a few minutes til hooman sis flight arrived at O’hare, so I had a brief pitstop at the tollway Oasis.

Angus Oasis 1I went to sleep while we went back in the SPC-NONARMORED to the airport, but woke up to a start with hundreds of people around the van, and I gave those people at the Arrivals section of Terminal 3 their Barking of a Lifetime.  We met Hooman Sis, and gave her a standard issue haven’t seen you in 6 months Scottie Greeting (Happy, tail wagging, but not crazy overboard in demonstrative affection – not as crazy drooling on you, jumping on you happy like a Golden Retriever greeting, but happier than a cat greeting).

Then on the way home we stopped at the Oasis again to get Hooman Sis some liquid hydration (why she didn’t travel with her standard issue canteen I don’t know).  We saw that WGN-TV was there with their mobile van, and there was a reporter with a cameraman there.  I asked if they wanted me to comment on the tragic events of Facebook deleting Pet Accounts, but they said they weren’t interested, they were there to talk about the traffic.  Typical biased mainstream media.

So Mama came back to the SPC-ARMORED(Seen here with Ainsley watching for threats to her, and we headed back west toward the Manor.

Ainsley Oasis 2But we didn’t go home just yet.  We stopped at Harry Carey’s, and while me and Ainsley stayed in the SPC-ARMORED, the hoomans got dinner.  But HOLY COW, they brought us some Filet Mignon.  Tell ya what, that bespectacled sportscaster sure knew how to fix a mean cow.

Finally, we got home, about 8 pm.  And this pic shows it was all worth the trouble.  It’s Hooman Sis, Ainsley and Me, from Left to Right.

Thanksgiving At HomeAnyway, Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.

Sgt. Angus Fala