Thursday, July 21, 2011

Husky Puppies!

They grow up so fast! These boys are ready to find new homes.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Spring Puppies

Spring brings on a new litter of beautiful puppies. My spunky girl Kira is the proud mother of five feisty little boys. They have the same take-on-the-world attitude of their mother. They're four weeks old now and venturing out to explore, then returning to the safety of their puppy den for long naps.

{Kira - proud mama with attitude}

Saturday, June 4, 2011

in memory

North of The Rainbow Bridge
by MakWa4me

The time comes. A Siberian Husky lifts up its head. There is an untested adventure beyond. Time to go.

Across the Rainbow Bridge is a place for all dogs. A river runs wide and shallow with tennis balls that fly with their own wings; that is the place for a Labrador or Golden to await its master's arrival.

The Siberian is not content here. Northward is its trail....

There are soft pastures for Aussies and Border Collies, with sheep and geese to pen. Agility equipment grows like trees amid Frisbees and flyball.

But the North continues its sure wild call, and the Siberian's journey continues....

Now the air is colder. Now the moon is always full. Now the light is silver and it breaks and shimmers on fields of bright snow. Now there are no roads, no walls, no pens, just endless space to run. This is where Siberians gather, North of the Rainbow Bridge.

They wait in this beautiful place, happy, but not complete. Suddenly, a howl begins, as one dog senses someone coming, someone very special. All the Siberians raise their heads and join in the ancient chorus. They dance like moonbeams and sing like winter winds.

There are red ones like dawn streaks, black ones splattered with many colors and silver ones like the first strange hour before light. They line up as if in harness and run together, in a scintillating, many-colored streak. The leader of the team guides the others past the fields and river, with racing feet and racing heart. They rush to greet the new arrival at the Rainbow Bridge, where the leader is rejoined with its beloved person, never to be parted again.

The glory of the reunion is celebrated by all the Siberians dwelling beyond the Bridge, a glimmering, multicolored team leaping and whirling with joy. The light from that scene is what we see on magical evenings in the northernmost parts of this Earth: The Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights beyond the Rainbow Bridge.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Praising your dog for being a bad dog?

Not exactly – but when she runs off on her little doggy adventure and after you panic and worry she’s gone forever – call her back. If she’s your loving loyal companion, chances are she’ll respond to the sound of your voice and the thrill of getting some of your wonderful attention. I cannot stress enough how important it is to make this love-bond with your husky. So when she comes home give her everything she loves most – treats, your devoted attention, a massage, belly scratch, and most importantly lots of praise. The reason being, it is nearly impossible to break your husky of her desire to run, but done correctly you can make her want to come back home to you even more. Never scold your husky for running off. They don’t understand.

{It's mutual unconditional love}

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Puppy Basics - Crate Training

Let’s talk puppy basics. This is the best time, and I mean the best time to train. What you do in the puppy’s first few months will shape its personality and behaviors for the rest of its life. It’s not to say you can’t teach an adult dog something new, but it far easier to start them young. The first basic step is, yep, crate training. You hear it all the time. You read it in every single puppy training book out there. Everything and everyone tells you to crate train. So what does this mean? It means get your dog used to its ‘den’. Fortunately huskies have a very strong den instinct. They like them and will seek out a safe small space to rest. This instinct goes back to their early wild roots. Imagine surviving in the arctic and burrowing down in the snow to find relief from the biting wind. Or a mother with pups to raise and defend. The den is an engrained concept and one worth tapping into. So with that in mind, crate train you puppy. From here many more things will be much easier, ie. potty training and overall housebreaking. Your dog will be safe and comfortable in his den even if the world around him is chaotic. So what’s the secret? Well first off put your puppy in its crate and close the door. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred I guarantee that puppy will start howling and whining and you’ll swear that crate is causing pain for all the raucous it raises. And this is a pivotal moment, do you give in and let the puppy run free like it wants, or endure the heartbreaking crying? The answer is….neither. My favorite solution is hang out with your puppy. I throw down a soft quilt right outside his crate, and sleep two feet away. Often this is all it takes. Your puppy wants nothing more than to be close to you, after all, dogs were bred to be companions. So have a slumber party with your pup. Put in a movie, veg out on the floor, and before you know it he’ll be right at home and you can increase the amount of time you’re away from him without panic. Routine will set in and every night he’ll know exactly where to go. Of course you must remember regular potty breaks as soon as you let him out of the crate. And take him to his designated potty area. But this too will become routine and you’ll find yourself with a housebroken puppy!

{Good puppy!}

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

How Could You?

According to American Humane, 56% of dogs and 71% of cats that enter shelters are euthanized. Do you know what that means? If you drop off Fido the odds are not in his favor that someone else is going to adopt him. It’s easy to walk away and comfort yourself by telling yourself that “they’ll find a good home for him”, but in reality that’s not a reality for your dog. So before you turn your back on your pet, or dump it off, please think very hard about your choice. If you absolutely cannot keep your pet, do it the honor and dignity of locating a good home yourself. You owe your pet that much at least. The following is a must-read for all pet owners.

How Could You?
Copyright by Jim Willis 2001

When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.

Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in Love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.

You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

The End

*You are encouraged to publish "How Could You?" in order to help change public opinion of animals as "disposable," and to make people realize that adding an animal to the family means a commitment for the life of the pet!