the “dog mom” chronicles … the loving comedy in owning a siberian husky .:|:.~ part 1 ~.:|:.

Oh, where do I begin? My life with this canine is so funny that I just don’t know where to start! I’ll stick with tonight’s episode only … so here goes.


This all started as I decided to settle in for the evening. Having finished up my cleaning, I fired up my PowerBook and left it to start as I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and all that jazz. I come out of the bathroom to find that my high-maintenance dog Cody has moved from the right cushion of the loveseat to dead-center. “So what?,” you might be thinking. Trust me; nearly four years with this pooch has taught me – there’s little he does without making a statement. He’s got major attitude, and it’s funny as hell. What’s he telling me? He doesn’t want to share the loveseat with his mom. No, he’d rather hog the whole thing himself. He’s got the right, right? He does get the whole loveseat, and the entire couch too, for that matter, to himself 5 days a week. My bad.

In his mind, you see, I’m number three. His dad, and pack leader, comes first. He cleans daddy, submits to him, and even lets him brush him without budging. Second, is Cody himself. Yes, that leaves me in dead last. I swear, I’m not crazy. This is true. He honestly believes he’s above me in our family hierarchy. I don’t get cleaned (Okay, I wouldn’t want him licking my face clean anyway. But still …), he doesn’t listen to me, and I can’t even come near him with a brush.

So what happened? I didn’t give up. He eventually moved to his cushion (Mine’s the left, his is always the right.), at least for a few minutes. He then moved to the front door, made his pacing rounds, then came back. Was his move to the front door letting me know he was dissatisfied? Yep, you betcha. Now, he sits next to me, curled in a tiny ball, letting out occasional sighs.

How can you not love these hairy, energetic playmates? He makes me laugh every day!

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