"Look at the husky!!" He said.
"Yes, he's very cute. Look! Sheltie!"
"We already have a sheltie." He countered.
"So? They're great dogs!"
"Look at the husky!" He said again. And again.
"Do you want to take him out and play with him?" I asked. Big, big mistake. Sort of. Brandon quickly said yes, and in a minute or two this little black and white butterball waddled over to Brandon's lap (not mine), plopped down and licked his face. Crap. We were going home with a husky. Well, not exactly. On the drive home, we talked. I told him he had no idea what he was getting into with a husky puppy, shelties are great, obedient dogs, a husky was basically like diving into the deep end of the pool with piranha hanging out there too. Energetic, challenging, basically everything a first-time dog owner should NOT get into. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that. Brandon had never owned a dog in his life, let alone raised a puppy. Fionn was already 6 months old when we met, and like I said, Fionn was a perfect dog. He promised he would exercise the dog, that it would be great motivation for him to get out there and run every day. Ah, silly naive Bonnie. I believed him. What's got two thumbs and wound up doing all the exercise and training? THIS girl. Right here. But I had faith in myself, I'd taken lots of animal care classes, worked at shelters and vets offices, I felt confident I could handle a more challenging dog. For goodness sake, my goal after high school was to go to Moorpark to study exotic animal training and management. AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Besides that, this is what I was up against:
|Shmawww......could you resist this evil little face?|
Anyway, I could write an entire novel about new husky owner trials and tribulations, but I think I would lose my few dear readers. I'll sum it up by saying there was a lot of destruction, frustration, tears, and snuggling.
He was always a snuggly sweetie-pie, but not always the brightest bulb in the pack. That's how he got his nickname: Bubbas. He's a loveable, doofy mama's boy who loves me more than anything in this whole world. The feeling is mutual. I love all the dogs in the house, and Rowan is my special brilliant baby girlie, but Loki is really something special. He makes me laugh, cuddles with me every night, and makes me feel like I'm the greatest person ever. He turned three years old today, and has taught me more about the challenges of dog ownership, patience, and brought out the strongest maternal instincts I never knew I had. I love this damn dog so much, it kills me. Happy birthday, my bubbas.
|Loki is blowing out the candles on his birthday cake from Three Dog Bakery|