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Life with a Siberian Husky
I really had no idea what I was getting intowhen I decided to get a Siberian Husky for a pet. Dont get me wrong: Iwouldnt trade him for anything and I love him dearly, but this animal has hisown plan – his own agenda. The last three years of my life have been anawakening to the downright mischievous nature of these dogs.
Ive met other Husky owners and they all have the same stories of their dogs running away and possessing the trademark Husky stamina. They also tell of the little idiosyncrasies, such as their dogs “talking” and the way Huskies know when youre speaking about them when they are in the room. All of these owners are amazed at the Houdini-like capabilities these dogs have to help them escape any enclosure.
I have a few entertaining stories of my own about my Husky, Khayman. First of all, he is the dog that everyone loves and no one wants to own. I can barely get anyone to watch him for more than ten minutes. Its not that Khayman is a mean animal–he isnt–he is just clever. Part of the reason everyone likes him is because of his looks, but mostly hes got a lot of personality. His bandit mask and two different colored eyes (blue and brown) get him attention, pats on the head, dog biscuits at the gas station, and royal treatment whenever anyone finds him on his escapades (which, mind you, have been many). His first escapades didnt take him far, mostly running down the street a few blocks after bum rushing the door. That routine started at four or five months of age. It rapidly progressed as he grew larger, gained strength, and acquired confidence (read attitude).
When I moved to Bend, Khayman was eight months old and starting to really grow up, but also starting to get really clever. The first night we were in Bend, he found the weak board in the fence, escaped, went up the street to the horses and just sat there – barking at them. In Central Oregon, that kind of behavior gets clever dogs in trouble. So, I picked him up at the dog jail, sans the $250 fine, went home, and fixed ALL the boards in the fence.
It was around this time that my dog developed a taste for womens underwear. This was back in the era of living with my girlfriend so, needless to say, Khayman had found a new way to keep me on my toes. At eight or nine months, a Husky has much energy and thinks he is very cool. Thus, he hears his name shouted in a harsh tone, followed by the word “NO”, quite frequently.
There was an instance where he chewed some panties and hid the evidence in his blanket until my girlfriend found them all – worthless and torn. Then he started to actually ingest them, and this was almost the end of Khayman. He ate an especially good pair that he didnt want to take the heat for, and he got sick. It caused a blockage in his intestine that almost killed him and ended up costing me one thousand dollars of emergency surgery. I should have had them install a zipper in his belly.
When Khayman was a year or so old, thats