The Husky Way

You may think I am all wolf, but sadly my heredity is mixed heritage. I’m not ashamed of my domestic dog blood, but I am not bound to its “fully subservient traditions”. You could say I prefer the best of both worlds, which is both comfortable city dog lifestyle and wild wolf independence. I will sit. I may even occasionally fetch, but if you call for me, my answer now and always is “if I come over there, what’s in it for me?”

Usually you call and expect me to do something I don’t like; such as get a bath, trim my nails, or ‘fess up’ to some chewing incident. Can’t you take my word for it? Honest, the cat did it. No? Ok it was that darn opossum that I see from the back porch, but you won’t let me punish. “Bad opossum; chewing up masters furniture like that.”

I keep telling the boss, just let me at the giant ratso fink.

Of course if you are eating smoked pork ribs I suddenly feel a spirit of cooperation flood over me. Now is the time to call me. This time, you’ll get your wish. Ask me to do tricks! Go ahead, I’ll be as trained as Arfo, the juggling mathematical wonder dog.

Ask me trivia questions. What keeps the snow out of the house?  “ROOF!” What texture is sandpaper? “RUFF!” What part of a tree do I pee? “BARK!” What’s that? A final Jeopardy Question? Who did Jackie Gleason play on ,The Honeymooners”? Uhhhhhh…”Ralph?” It would be nice if I studied with Henry Higgins. I have a barking speech impediment.

You could say, that’s my hand and how I play it, except I have paws and am not in a print reproduction of the poker playing Dogs, not unless you know Photo Shop.

 

 

Kodiak