The notorious Wyatt Slurp
I live in Central New York.
Normally this isn't something I brag about, due to our two main seasons... Winter and Road Repair. However there is one dubious benefit to living in this area.
You can be owned by a Malamute.
Yes, I said be owned by. Certainly one doesn't own a northern breed dog. At best, they agree to let you pretend you are in charge... sometimes.
As a puppy, Wyatt was incredibly cute, and rather shy. He spent most of his time hiding under the kitchen table when inside and under the porch when outside.
That lasted about two months.
One day I noticed that petting him had become a dangerous pastime (picture a large sopping wet sponge filled with razor blades). Then he started become vocal. I mean most puppies don't like being told what they can and can't do, but Wyatt talked back. Continually. A simple "NO" would bring on 30 seconds of backtalk, including a variety of woofs, woo woos, and and occasional howl.
Turns out that Malamutes take independence to new levels. They are quick learners and catch on to commands rapidly. However, they only obey those commands that suit them at the time and turn conveniently 'selective hearing' on any command that directs them to either do something they don't want to do, or stop them f
rom doing something they find interesting.
He also started to grow. Not just your average garden variety puppy growth, but the kind of growth one sees mostly in grade B horror movies, after the pup has ingested some alien spore that causes him to want to take over the world.
This is when I discovered the joys of tying the dog outside. I am currently in the process of building a yard sized pen out back to acoomodate his highness the lawdog, but even that is a challenge.
Malamutes are great diggers, and great climbers, which means I have to build a pen that would also be able to contain Steve McQueen from the Pappilion movie. So, as you might guess, it is not quite finished yet. I still need to bury the netting to keep
him from digging his way out, and make sure there are no nearby trees he can climb to get over the fence .
So for the moment, he is destroyin g the railing of my front porch and has made the front yard his outdoor home.
Now fortunately f or me, although Central NY is cold in the winter, Malamutes thrive on the cold, and even when the temperature gets below zero, he stretches and luxuriates in the cold.
Except, he doesn't like to be outdoors. Malamutes LOVE to be outdoors. They are known for being outdoor dogs that don't like to come inside. Not the pupzilla though. This guy only wants to be outside if someone else is. Otherwise he wants to be nice and warm indoors, forcing you to play with him or searching every available surface in the kitchen for food. Did I mention that Mals are the biggest food moochers o n the face of the earth? 
All your food are belong to him.
Now why, you ask would I want to own this overgrown lop eared galoot, that not only insists on being the center of the universe, but also the prime recipient of every edible tidbit in the refrigerator.
Cause he is still a cute puppy, even though at 10 months, he is rapid ly becoming the size of a small truck!
Normally this isn't something I brag about, due to our two main seasons... Winter and Road Repair. However there is one dubious benefit to living in this area.
You can be owned by a Malamute.
Yes, I said be owned by. Certainly one doesn't own a northern breed dog. At best, they agree to let you pretend you are in charge... sometimes.
As a puppy, Wyatt was incredibly cute, and rather shy. He spent most of his time hiding under the kitchen table when inside and under the porch when outside.
That lasted about two months.
One day I noticed that petting him had become a dangerous pastime (picture a large sopping wet sponge filled with razor blades). Then he started become vocal. I mean most puppies don't like being told what they can and can't do, but Wyatt talked back. Continually. A simple "NO" would bring on 30 seconds of backtalk, including a variety of woofs, woo woos, and and occasional howl.
Turns out that Malamutes take independence to new levels. They are quick learners and catch on to commands rapidly. However, they only obey those commands that suit them at the time and turn conveniently 'selective hearing' on any command that directs them to either do something they don't want to do, or stop them f
rom doing something they find interesting.He also started to grow. Not just your average garden variety puppy growth, but the kind of growth one sees mostly in grade B horror movies, after the pup has ingested some alien spore that causes him to want to take over the world.
This is when I discovered the joys of tying the dog outside. I am currently in the process of building a yard sized pen out back to acoomodate his highness the lawdog, but even that is a challenge.
Malamutes are great diggers, and great climbers, which means I have to build a pen that would also be able to contain Steve McQueen from the Pappilion movie. So, as you might guess, it is not quite finished yet. I still need to bury the netting to keep
him from digging his way out, and make sure there are no nearby trees he can climb to get over the fence 
All your food are belong to him.
Cause he is still a cute puppy, even thou
posted by junesxing at 7:23 PM
1 Comments:
This last year I lost my best friend. at 10 years old, he couldn't even get up to go to out, and his once famous assertiveness had turned to temper.
I miss the way he would push me to the side, chair and all, to get the best spot in front of the fireplace.
I miss the rather vocal arguments we would have as to whether he was entitled to a second biscuit after dinner.
I miss running around the table while trying to eat a sandwich without the monster mooch trying to cajole a bite.
He was my bud, and my boy, and in the end, he was right.
He was the center of the Universe.
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