Husky Envy

I love dogs of all kinds, but early on in my dog loving "career" I was most attracted to one breed in particular...The Siberian Husky. From it's looks to it's stunning eye colors to it's temperment and loyalty, the Siberian Husky just seemed to have so much going for it. It was almost set in stone that when I finally got around to getting a dog of my own, I was going to get a Husky. That was, until one fine evening quite a few years later when I had a breed altering experience...

This night in particular, I was all dressed up and ready for a night out on the town. I stopped by an old friend's house to meet up with some other friends that were accompanying us on this said night out. This friend happened to have a Siberian Husky. She was a beautiful dog...had a beautiful patterning on her coat, and incredible bright blue eyes. Absolutely stunning. However, her beautiful looks concealed a deep, dark secret...this dog was downright crazy. She was super active and would go buck wild whenever people would come over. Now, this isn't really the dog's fault...it was completely my friend's fault for a lack of proper exercise and "rules, boundaries, and limitations" as Cesar Milan would put it. But the craziness wasn't the breed altering part for me.

After about a half hour of the dog barking, jumping, and generally going nuts after I walked in the door, she finally calmed down enough that I could pet and play with her. And pet and play with her I did. She loved the attention and begged for more; constantly pressing into my leg to keep me from stopping. After petting her for quite a while, I broke away and headed off to the bathroom to wash my hands, and that's when it happened. While washing my hands I looked in the mirror and noticed my pants, which were previously black, were now a strange shade of gray...gray from the insane amount of dog hair that had come from my play session with the Husky. I tried using a lint/dog hair brush to clean it up, but to no avail. The brush was no match for the sheer amount of dog hair that now clung to every fiber on the front of my pants. Nothing short of a new pair of pants could remedy the situation.

So that's what I did. I drove home and changed before heading out for our night out on the town. That's when I realized that a long-haired dog that shed a lot like the Husky probably wouldn't be right for me. I still love the look of the Husky but I own way too many black clothes for that to be feasible. So once again, the search was on for a favorite breed...