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.
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.
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.
P.S. – For those of you keeping score at home, we believe that makes it Hu-Dad – 1; Typhoon – Eleventy-seven bazillion.