Through a Sibes eyes
I like to Run: I was born to pull something 40 times my own
body weight over long distances in temperatures that you wouldn't
like. It's what we do - it's in my blood. I've been saving my energy waiting for you to get back
from work. Now that you're here - you've got time to change your
clothes, but don't take too long as I'll get bored and amuse
myself. I might play with that interesting sofa or table leg or
those clothes you've just left around. Don't blame me. It's not my
fault.
I keep Running: I never understand you humans. You seem quite
content to walk the same boring routes every day. Don't you know
that there's so much more to see and smell. If I had the chance
I'd run everywhere to see and sniff new things. If it wasn't for
this leash I'd be doing it now.
I dig: Wow. What a great place full of funny coloured things. The
ground is soft - good place to dig. Holes are good. I dig holes to
escape the heat - just like my ancestors would dig in the snow to
escape the cold. I dig to hide things, but most of all I dig
because you forgot to take me for a run and I need to get rid of
this energy.
I welcome thieves: When you have a new guest come crawling through
the window in the night, I think you are rude to sleep. Don't
worry - I'll keep him entertained by getting my favourite toy so
we can play. I might also show him where you keep your secret
stuff (silly you for not burying it).
I'm an escape artist: You think I can't find a way out huh. I know
more about that fence than the people that made it. I already know
if you tip your water bowl out it makes the soil softer for
digging, and if you drag the garden furniture to the right spot,
you don't have to jump so high to get over. I can jump a 6 foot
fence if I really want to, but where's the challenge in that?
I got plans: What makes you humans think you can boss dogs around
and we will just do as you say? Some breeds might listen to you,
but not me. I'm a Husky. I've got plans. 20 laps around the
garden, dig a few new holes, ambush the neighbours cat, chew
something you don't know about and a short howl. So much to do, so
little time. |
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