Lessons I learned from a house dog
My name is Couda. For the first three years of my life I lived the great sled dog dream. I lived outside in a Northern Minnesota kennel with over 50 sled dogs. It was great being around so many athletes, all bred for and eager to do one thing. I had the best I dog care and had one of the best teachers in the business. I spent two years learning that trade, and while I enjoyed it immensely, my feet didn't prove tough enough for the long distance runs. I failed to make the team.
A few months later the kennel was visited by a strange couple from a far away place (Iowa). I didn't know it at the time, but they were looking for a sled dog to pull them on some two
wheeled contraption called a scooter. It was obvious to every dog in the yard that these were a couple of complete greenhorns. John tried to talk them into the reasonable approach; taking home one of his older, more experienced, and calmer dogs. But they didn't listen and opted instead to take me. I was pretty unsure about this; I didn't know these people and I was supposed to go home with them?
Boy was I in for a shock! Instead of a kennel of 50 dogs, they only had one dog. And while this dog was a husky, and had come from another sled dog kennel, she was no sled dog. She was older and bossy, and a couch potato to boot. But the biggest change of all was living inside their house. There's a lot more rules than I'm used to, here's a few lessons I learned along the way.
Marking territory inside the house is NOT OK, but I can mark to my heart's content outside. Strangely though, they also get annoyed when I mark my water bowl even when it IS outside. Go figure.
Some things are OK to play with, while other things are not, and they look and smell exactly the same. I'm starting to figure out that if they give it to me, it's probably OK. Socks smell great, and "Beanie Babies" are cool, but are NOT OK to play with. The same rules apply for for chewing. There's lots of interesting things to chew on, but most get me in trouble. It all seems so arbitrary! I do really like my big fluffy chicken thing though, and even sleep with it.
You haven't really taken a nap until you've done it on a dog pillow. Wow, probably one of the best advantages to indoor life. I rarely sleep on anything else now. Call me spoiled, but oh yeah!

The dog park: Lots of messed up people who think their dogs are small people. Get real. Many of the dogs actually believe it. Not me, I know I'm a dog, and I wouldn't have it any other way. No leashes means that I can run full blast without being jerked to a sudden stop. Playing with other dogs, even messed up ones, is cool.
In the sled dog kennel, I had my own house with a tether pole. It was my own space and I would enjoy running in circles for hours on end. Humans, however, are not tether poles. They get very annoyed when I run circles around them when on leash.
- Running with the scooter is mostly just like training with the 4 wheeler. The commands are pretty much the same. The biggest difference is the the new command, “oh shit”, which almost always comes right before “whoa”. I'm still not sure exactly what it means, so I usually just pull harder.
Well that's pretty much it. There's other things I've learned too, but I don't want to bore you. The humans are talking about getting another sled dog to run with me. That will be cool, and I'll have a lot to teach it!
Couda




















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