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Ever have that perfect plan to get exactly what you wanted – right up to the point where the plan backfired? Typhoon had one of those moments yesterday.
Typhoon plotting and planning down by the Tree of Life.
Siberian Huskies are interesting creatures. They spend a significant amount of their brainpower trying to figure out ways around rules that they don’t like.
We often tell the story of Nikita, the very first Siberian Husky that Hu-dad had. Our kitchen at the time had a linoleum floor, but the rest of the house was carpeted. Hu-dad had a rule that Nikita could not be in the kitchen while meals were being prepared. So, Nikita would spend that time laying on the carpet at the kitchen door and reaching out with her paws to touch the linoleum. If nothing was said, she would add a second paw to the floor and, slowly, start sliding forward.
One of those days where Nikita had been told to get her paws back to the carpet a dozen times, she sat back and suddenly grinned. Hu-dad could hear her running down the hall to the other side of the kitchen where she promptly entered the kitchen through the opposite door. When Hu-dad shooed her out of the kitchen, she protested loudly that the rule was that she could not cross through the first door, not this one.
I admire this Nikita, even though I never met her.
One of our rules at Chez Herd is that all dogs must be in their crates before their meals are served. Friday morning, Typhoon decided to challenge the rule.
When Hu-dad called for all dogs into their crates, Typhoon sat down on the deck and refused. Hu-dad fed the other dogs and looked at Typhoon, holding his breakfast bowl in his hand.
“Go in your crate.”
“Nope. Don’t wanna.”
“No crate. No breakfast.”
“I want breakfast on the veranda.”
“Last chance.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Hu-dad turned, walked back in the house, and shut the door – with Typhoon’s breakfast bowl.
That is not what I expected.
Typhoon raced for his crate and began screaming about the unfairness of it all. And, trust us, when Typhoon screams, he SCREAMS. Hu-dad did finally serve Typhoon’s breakfast – inside his crate.
So, Typhoon, how did that plan work?
Pbbbbbbbbbbt!
P.S. – Typhoon was the first dog in his crate for dinner Friday evening.
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The only thing more important to us huskies than proving humans wrong/stupid….is our kibble. Don’t mess wif our foods!!!! How rude!!
Better luck next time, dude.
Mya Boo Boo
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Ty, dude, I’m right there with you. I like to ride in the backseat of the Xterra, even though there is a dog area, with screen, in the way-back. Well yesterday we went wading, and I was all cool and wet and covered in sand. SHE wanted me to get in the BACK!! NO WAY. We had quite an argument, butt, she won. As usual…
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Typhoon you silly little boy! In the end Uh-Dad will always win. The pictures made the story. I read your post every morning thank you for the smile first thing every day.
BOL – oh that’s too funny! You can’t blame a pup for trying!
Monty and Harlow
Thank you for the good laugh. You just gotta love animals stubbornness. I have a mix breed dog.named Roxy. I give Roxy and Bruce biscuits in the morning after Roxy goes potty. Bruce sleeps with us so I let him out when I get up. If we go outside and sit on our swing I bring the biscuits with us. Roxy sometimes wants her biscuits first and I tell her no potty no biscuits. Well let’s just say sometimes she won’t go and I no after not going all night she has to go. So needless to say sometimes she don’t get her biscuits even after seeing me give Bruce his. Now the funny part is I am telling Roxy to go potty knowing Bruce has already gone and he still tries to go. She is just way too stubborn. For her own good. Hugs and kisses to the herd.
Mom sez: About all I can say to this is that anyone who doesn’t think a Sibe can think, has never owned one. When we had out Kiah, we’d give her her supper, and if she didn’t eat it, would still come for her “cookies” in the evening. She soon learned that “no supper, no cookies”, and that’s all we’d have to say to her, and she’d head right to her dish, and devour her supper. With Ice, it’s “Ice, go outside and have a pee”! He’ll stand on the deck and look at us, as in “don’t have to pee”! Fine, no pee, no ride in the van. Zoom, down to water the willow bush along the back fence!