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That “something hurts, I’m scared, help me” scream.
Our morning started off normally – let outside a little before six for some wrestling and playing time inside Sibe Quentin before breakfast is served at 7. Hu-Dad uses that time to read his newspaper (via an iPad).
It is quiet time. Well, Siberian Huskies wrestling on the porch quiet, which is roughly the same decibel level as a cattle stampede. Wrestling is interrupted periodically with Sibernacle Choir practice. But,somehow, all of that is normal background noise to the Hu-Dad so he can read.
And that is when he heard the scream.
We Siberian Huskies are tough dogs. We pull sleds. Wrestle in a way that absolutely horrifies most other breeds. Perform running body checks that hockey players only wish they could do. Crash into each other at full speed during full-yard zoomies – a Siberian Demolition Derby.
At the same time, we can be total wimps.
A couple of months ago, Typhoon had to have a quick blood draw at the vet – no other work. It was a quiet morning at the vet’s office and Hu-Dad waited out front while Typhoon confidently waltzed to the back.
All went well until someone touched his paw. Oh, no, the needle wasn’t really a problem. But the paw? The paw?
The screams could be heard blocks away. The waiting room hushed, all eyes staring at the door to the back.
A few minutes later, Typhoon trotted back out – a bandage on not one, but two legs (we can also put rodeo horses to shame with our bucking abilities).
And he was smiling like it was the best day ever.
Hu-Dad scrambled for the deck where we hang out before breakfast. Now, we could say Hu-Dad is normally a little slow, but that would be like saying the Atlantic Ocean is normally a little wet. Yesterday, he was faster than a speeding hairball, able to leap couches in a single bound. Yes, he was Super Hu-Dad and he reached the porch in record time.
Typhoon was standing wide-eyed with a “I didn’t mean to” look on his face.
And Cheoah was screaming.
Ok, so drawing blood can be a little traumatic and you might still not understand what can make us scream. Another Typhoon story (as he is the master of the Siberian Death Scream).
During our most recent beach vacation, we were doing one of our thrice daily walks. As always happens, people stopped us to chat and Hu-Dad was not paying attention. At that moment, pure evil reached out and grabbed Typhoon.
To be slightly more descriptive, the leash wrapped around his leg. Yes, let’s repeat that. The leash dared to actually circle his leg. Loosely.
The resulting scream had campers scrambling for cover. Ranger SWAT teams were formed to rescue hostages. Homeland Security was alerted.
Hu-dad reached down, unwrapped the leash, and the screaming stopped.
On the bright side, we did find a creative way to stop a chat and get back to walking.
Had Typhoon broken his sister yet again (Yes, he is still blamed for that minor TPLO surgery last fall)? A wrestling move gone wrong? A body slam a little too hard?
Cheoah had her paw trapped in the crate. Ok, trapped might be a little extreme when the gap was about three times the size of her paw, but to her it was trapped. She had apparently caught the paw trying to exit the crate (yes, they were wrestling in her crate) and kept trying to exit rather than back up and easily get free.
Hu-Dad reached down and guided her paw out of the gap. The screaming stopped. A quick check and no damage was done. Everyone was in great shape.
To celebrate, Typhoon grabbed Cheoah by the neck and slammed her into a wall. Cheoah chomped on his leg, flipped him so that he crashed to the deck floor with a loud thud. They both jumped up with a ” was that ever fun” grin.
Just like the rough, tough sled dogs that we are.
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