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We Siberian Huskies are known for being stubborn creatures. We have to report on a battle of wills brewing between the Little Prince and Hu-Dad.
Where is that human servant?
As we mentioned in yesterday’s post, Typhoon has discovered a shortcut from the Senior Deck to the Junior Deck by going through the house rather than down in the yard and through the open gate between the two sides of the backyard. Hu-Dad decided he needed to stop this quickly before the problem grew, so he decided to ignore all requests to open the door on the senior side of the yard. A certain obstinate Prince thought that was beyond acceptable behavior and has pouted, protested, and generally thrown a temper-tantrum ever since the decision was made.
Yesterday afternoon, he went on full strike, absolutely refusing to take the yard route. Every other dog hung out on the junior deck. Hu-Dad even sat outside with them and played. But Typhoon refused to cross through the yard.
I will just sit right here and wait. How are you going to top that, Hu-Dad?
With the gauntlet thrown, the epic standoff between man and beast roared. The sun slowly sank in the western skies and Typhoon sat alone, absolutely refusing to yield to those silly, petty, human wishes. And then Hu-Dad played dirty.
The squeamish among you should close your eyes. Young pups should not read this next part. Because Hu-Dad went to the lowest of the low.
Dinner was served. On the junior deck. Typhoon’s bowl was placed in his crate. Hu-Dad said come eat if you want or I’ll give it to your brothers.
Typhoon huffed and puffed…and ran around the yard, through the gate, and ate his dinner.
I didn’t see that coming.
P.S. – For those of you keeping score at home, we believe that makes it Hu-Dad – 1; Typhoon – Eleventy-seven bazillion.
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For the record Hu-dad, and not that I keep track for litigation purposes, but this was just a half point. Typhoon knew he needed sustanance to continue the battle so he chose to eat so he could fight another day. Since this was a voluntary move on his part after you threatened his food you only get a half a point.
My hu-mom says high Paw for hanging in
Well played Typhoon! Our grandhu-Meeko-kept us up for two hours in the middle of the night playing the “it’s finally fall and I want to stay outside” game. After begging and pleading and treats and tricks, he eventually meandered in at 4:30am! Gotta love them.
We are still laughing as well!
At least you got ONE point against Typhoon, Hu-dad!
Our score is like yours.
He’s just too adorable!
He’s such a character. Is a comic strip is in his future? ;-D
WOOWOOOOO….TOO FUNNY!!
Typhoon….eat your food….
Then run back to the other deck. Do not give in to terrorist demands!
Fight the power!
Well played Hu-dad!!!!!!
I was wondering when that stand-off was coming. Thanks for providing my morning laugh!
My thoughts on this is.. he will find a way to repay HuDad for his actions somehow, someday! Love your stories, I have 2 of these beautiful creatures and I can relate to many of your tales. Thank you!
Ty itβs ok tomorrow is another day !! Lol
You go Hu dad!! Nope His Haughtiness never saw that coming. oh me, like Jean I’m STILL laughing. Little Prince, we love you!
OH MY Typhoon!!! You are one crazy dog and trying to drive Hu-Dad cuckoo!!! Again-this morning’s story has me STILL laughing!!!!!