You must be High, and really out of this world. How far out are you? One can only admire your dogged loyality to communism that is throwing you away. Perhaps a statue, for you glorious service to the Motherland. I am sure the Central Committee would find the funds to put up a modest statue next to Lenin's. On the statue, perhaps these words could be added; here lays Laika, Spaced out Dog, Hero of the Revolution!
Answer: Every Space Dog loves to smell and lick oneself because we can.
Do you receive “smells in a tube” via the Cosmos re-supply crafts - like your human comrades received “vodka in a tube”?
Answer: Yes, and thank God the Amerikanski Shuttle is working again!
How much of the Heavens have you “marked” as territory in the name of the great soviet onion - now Russia?
Answer: Everything in orbit, especially Barking Moonbats!
Are you required to bag your waste or is allowed to free-float to the ends of the universe?
Answer: We (by we, I mean Soviets) were the first to space recycle fecal waste. I load the doggie pooh into the cycletron where the carbon atoms are seperated. These carbon atoms are then removed and placed into a condenser where they are turned into dilithium crystals which are placed in the warp generator for an unlimited fuel supply. Who said you can't make diamonds out of dogsh*t?
Thank you Ms. Dog for your heroic efforts.
You're more than welcome! Come back and visit often!
You're my favorite at this website. With your looks and my brains we could rule the world!
Your lord and master,