Arrival

Humom and I have arrived in Honolulu (or as she says, (HNL). I'm writing this because she is POOPED (when I'm pooped, I get a time-out, but whatevahs).
We were greeted by a huge, almost vertical technicolor rainbow as we flew into HNL. Or so she says. I have to take her word for it, being incarcerated in my house in an Aloha Air Cargo flight at the time.

Missy exaggerates. She was safely on the tarmac; her flight was delayed for over an hour. The lovely people at Aloha in HNL were clearly used to dealing with pet parents quietly having nervous breakdowns while conspicuously NOT asking "is she here yet?" every 5 seconds ... They also thought it was hilarious that she had her own carry-on, but a girl's gotta have her stuff. They were all quite as nice as the lovely blonde lady in OGG, unlike the dude, who was a real bastard and desperately needed a good biting or maybe a nice case of mange. Sarcoptic.

I was greeted by many admirers, of course, and my house was sent away with greetings to my Auntie Shel. She is not here. I don't understand that. What is here is rain. For my friends in Kihei, that is moisture that falls from the sky, and not from sprinklers. It is cooler than sun. You cannot drink it, tho, even if it makes puddles on the ground, because Humom says, "ick, no, dirty."
We have a LOT of dogs in the house. I've only fought with one of them, but have chatted with a couple of shepherds and lots of hors d'oeuvres. There's a Sibe named Paradise (snicker) and a boy Sibe named Jake. Right across the street is the Zoo with other people I've read but haven't met yet. We shall find a way, no doubt ...
There is also a beach about a minute away but the sand is grainy and like pieces of shell -- I'll have to get used to it. We walk on it a lot, but try to find times when it is not TOTALLY crowded. I know I'm beautiful, but really, it would be nice to be able to exit the building without being mobbed by popperatsy (sp?). Those are a species of hyena who travel in packs carrying cameras/phones that they shove in my face, taking pictures & grabbing at me without even asking or talking to Humom & screeching & cackling the whole time. Sometimes I have to act like Ghost & just hide behind H's legs ...
-- Missy out