Today, you may have noticed a lot's been happening in Iraq. I have not been a part of it, however, since I've decided to confine myself to my quarters until the sandstorms in southern Iraq subside. I hate getting sand in my fur.

I did have an awkward incident with a Navy SeAL the other day. I was a little confused about the concept (silly Navy stuff) and when I heard the word, "SeAL," I assumed he was brought over as a snack for me. Luckily, I spit the SeAL out quickly when I realized there was really a human in the wet suit. In the Arctic, I enjoy eating seals for breakfast, so how was I supposed to know that the Navy ones were a little different? Ah well - I learned my lesson. I've sent a message back to my headquarters in the Arctic to let them know that they should add that piece to training so that no other polar bears embarass themselves in such a way.

Anyway, here is a photo of Josh and me on the C-130 that flew us from Kuwait to Iraq. We had to fly in the dead of night with no lights on. In order to avoid anti-aircraft fire, the large cargo plane zigged and zagged during our trip. Many of the soliders on the flight, not used to flying in complete darkness and in such a turbulent manner, got sick. Luckily, neither Josh nor I got sick, even if we were uncomfortable for most of the flight. This photo was taken before we took off (I'll post more pictures when the sandstorms die down):