Well, as a affected person I would like to speak my mind on
this serious and important issue and divulge my experiences. Preceding I have
to mention that I am still in therapy. ;-)
My previous experiences with dogs consisted in the words: a good dog possesses a bullet hole! I just knew far too well fed panhandlers, who are draped upon a sofa to complete the furnishing and welcome every visitor immediately bit every visitor friendly into the leg (or piss on the same...). Also blowhards, made by their incapable owners to killers on the dog place, who are, being now dangerously for the family and everbody around, disposed. A dog, in short, was approximately as necessary for me as spot at the bottom.
The life holds ready, these, however, insidiously hit out surprises for one again and again if one doesn't calculate at all with that. I got married! (again)
Worlds bumped against each other, continents slid themselves because the dear wife had completely other experiences with dogs and requested again and again to take such a creature to our legally legitimized wedlock.
For a long time I defended steadfastly our common accomodation as a dog free block, scattered here and there a convinced "no" in conversations, that are clearly went to the (for me) wrong direction and gave way.
Yes, the first dog should move in into our common walls.
Without delay I got presented documents, pictures, Internet expressions collected secretly over years screens and Internet expressions to make a selection of the candidates available to me. The election fell on one, completely unknown to me, Dalmatian bitch which waited for the execution in an east aligned state in a killing care unit.
Thoughts run through my head:
What has this dog committed that the death penalty expects it? Can murder be resocialized?
How will it feel if I lie on the living room bleeding, the life spark slowy leaves me and the last thing I see with my eyes are dalmatian killer dentures approaching my throat?
Slowly it got clear to me that I had signed my own death sentence with my approval. The beloved wife acted fast and without any pitty. Day X approached relentlessly and time had come: the house door opened and a friendly wagging creature hunted the cat through the living room and not me. Relief spread.
Within the following days Aleska and I got to know ourselves always better.
Rules for her were built, e.g. the well-know topic dog on the sofa, and I did hold on to it and absented myself from the sofa if this was covered by a dog.
As a countermove we came to the agreement that my dinner actually shall taste me and a common feasting orgy would be out of the question. Weekends spent together with hiking tours, cycle tours or walks and Aleska was kindly always ready to take us along. Yes, when the beloved wife lay down being sick, Aleska even took a walk with me to give me a bit of discontinuation and I was infected with the dog virus.
The years went by and two mastiffs retracted in my office, the dog topic became a little daily, the desires for a second dog expressed approvingly were foiled heroically with the already knownly effective "no"and the most charming wife took a swing to the death blow.
Steel-blue eyes looked at me on the screen. Again a sentenced to death innocently behind grids. This time from Spain. El MUERTE! Referenced a husky and already recognized one pictures as a hero. How could I let down a fellow-sufferer? A freedom-loving soul, cooped up and thither vegetating.
Surprisingly, my proposal to rescue him was accepted quite fast (I think before proposition) and a little later HE impressively entered our common accomodation.
CHINOOK, former boss of a hispano street gang, and at first sight it got clear to me: Here in front of me I have a genuine criminal. A refrigerator robber and cat hunter! Yo Man.
What a difference to Aleska, the princess with fear of stairs. This husky testified with his casual appearance, his deliberately superior amble and every look of the blue: Kiss my ass, man!
What admirable arrogance.
When I, after a day full of hard work, returned to the family, besides the suck up welcome by the dog lady, a contemptuous notice of my attendance was assured. I was take into pack. What adorable lordliness.
He didn't need to saliva leaking scurry around my legs, to feign tail wagging devotedness or even to bark. Nope, he was resided and granted us the mercy of his benevolently attendance.
At walks he, fastened to a lap belt, developed a pulling power that is still surprising for me again and again.
It become clear to me that I was at a turning point of my life again.
The husky virus had hit.
A few months later it was time to express an unequivocal "no" and the stage was entered by TAKODA-TEETONKA. The already known pictures on the screen initiated his appearance. Yet a puppy but already equipped with typical characteristics of husky:
A boisterous work mania which spoke out by the disassembling of various items of furnishing.
Whoever had the chance to see how a excited husky stretched into the harness waits to set out finitely, will understand that these dogs have their task and don't lead a fulfilled life without being allowed to pull.
TAKODA doesn't have the coolness of an sophisticated husky boss yet, however the criminal genes are inestimably available and this is what agrees on the attraction of this cold-loving breed.
Speaking of cold-loving:
I would like to state that my decision for pajamas and the exchange of the bedroom had nothing at all to do with the fact that the French window remains opened for our messieurs husky, also during the night. Just as little to explain my passion for warm ski underwear and fur coats during the evening TV pleasures on the sofa with the open french window. At present I discover the nature-boy I seem to be.
Nevertheless I am comfortable with my little pack. I practice an effective and also diligently "no" (if I am alone) and collect pictures of wolf alike huskies on my computer. One day I will show these to my adored wife.
And I won't accept a NO!!!!
My previous experiences with dogs consisted in the words: a good dog possesses a bullet hole! I just knew far too well fed panhandlers, who are draped upon a sofa to complete the furnishing and welcome every visitor immediately bit every visitor friendly into the leg (or piss on the same...). Also blowhards, made by their incapable owners to killers on the dog place, who are, being now dangerously for the family and everbody around, disposed. A dog, in short, was approximately as necessary for me as spot at the bottom.
The life holds ready, these, however, insidiously hit out surprises for one again and again if one doesn't calculate at all with that. I got married! (again)
Worlds bumped against each other, continents slid themselves because the dear wife had completely other experiences with dogs and requested again and again to take such a creature to our legally legitimized wedlock.
For a long time I defended steadfastly our common accomodation as a dog free block, scattered here and there a convinced "no" in conversations, that are clearly went to the (for me) wrong direction and gave way.
Yes, the first dog should move in into our common walls.
Without delay I got presented documents, pictures, Internet expressions collected secretly over years screens and Internet expressions to make a selection of the candidates available to me. The election fell on one, completely unknown to me, Dalmatian bitch which waited for the execution in an east aligned state in a killing care unit.
Thoughts run through my head:
What has this dog committed that the death penalty expects it? Can murder be resocialized?
How will it feel if I lie on the living room bleeding, the life spark slowy leaves me and the last thing I see with my eyes are dalmatian killer dentures approaching my throat?
Slowly it got clear to me that I had signed my own death sentence with my approval. The beloved wife acted fast and without any pitty. Day X approached relentlessly and time had come: the house door opened and a friendly wagging creature hunted the cat through the living room and not me. Relief spread.
Within the following days Aleska and I got to know ourselves always better.
Rules for her were built, e.g. the well-know topic dog on the sofa, and I did hold on to it and absented myself from the sofa if this was covered by a dog.
As a countermove we came to the agreement that my dinner actually shall taste me and a common feasting orgy would be out of the question. Weekends spent together with hiking tours, cycle tours or walks and Aleska was kindly always ready to take us along. Yes, when the beloved wife lay down being sick, Aleska even took a walk with me to give me a bit of discontinuation and I was infected with the dog virus.
The years went by and two mastiffs retracted in my office, the dog topic became a little daily, the desires for a second dog expressed approvingly were foiled heroically with the already knownly effective "no"and the most charming wife took a swing to the death blow.
Steel-blue eyes looked at me on the screen. Again a sentenced to death innocently behind grids. This time from Spain. El MUERTE! Referenced a husky and already recognized one pictures as a hero. How could I let down a fellow-sufferer? A freedom-loving soul, cooped up and thither vegetating.
Surprisingly, my proposal to rescue him was accepted quite fast (I think before proposition) and a little later HE impressively entered our common accomodation.
CHINOOK, former boss of a hispano street gang, and at first sight it got clear to me: Here in front of me I have a genuine criminal. A refrigerator robber and cat hunter! Yo Man.
What a difference to Aleska, the princess with fear of stairs. This husky testified with his casual appearance, his deliberately superior amble and every look of the blue: Kiss my ass, man!
What admirable arrogance.
When I, after a day full of hard work, returned to the family, besides the suck up welcome by the dog lady, a contemptuous notice of my attendance was assured. I was take into pack. What adorable lordliness.
He didn't need to saliva leaking scurry around my legs, to feign tail wagging devotedness or even to bark. Nope, he was resided and granted us the mercy of his benevolently attendance.
At walks he, fastened to a lap belt, developed a pulling power that is still surprising for me again and again.
It become clear to me that I was at a turning point of my life again.
The husky virus had hit.
A few months later it was time to express an unequivocal "no" and the stage was entered by TAKODA-TEETONKA. The already known pictures on the screen initiated his appearance. Yet a puppy but already equipped with typical characteristics of husky:
A boisterous work mania which spoke out by the disassembling of various items of furnishing.
Whoever had the chance to see how a excited husky stretched into the harness waits to set out finitely, will understand that these dogs have their task and don't lead a fulfilled life without being allowed to pull.
TAKODA doesn't have the coolness of an sophisticated husky boss yet, however the criminal genes are inestimably available and this is what agrees on the attraction of this cold-loving breed.
Speaking of cold-loving:
I would like to state that my decision for pajamas and the exchange of the bedroom had nothing at all to do with the fact that the French window remains opened for our messieurs husky, also during the night. Just as little to explain my passion for warm ski underwear and fur coats during the evening TV pleasures on the sofa with the open french window. At present I discover the nature-boy I seem to be.
Nevertheless I am comfortable with my little pack. I practice an effective and also diligently "no" (if I am alone) and collect pictures of wolf alike huskies on my computer. One day I will show these to my adored wife.
And I won't accept a NO!!!!
