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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.
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.
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.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Hu-dad turned, walked back in the house, and shut the door – with Typhoon’s breakfast bowl.
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?
P.S. – Typhoon was the first dog in his crate for dinner Friday evening.
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