Got home and the husky kitchen surfed...ate my bread, skippy peanut butter then broke my fav coffee cup and chewed up one of the kitchen matts I told the wife we shouldn't leave him free to roam especially because he has access to the kitchen...but she wanted him out. It's my fault for leaving bread and peanut butter on the counter of course.
Yep, I forgot he even brought the tin foil off the kitchen counter into his crate. Maybe he was thinking of making a pb sammie and wrapping it in foil
My Weim is out all day when I am not home. He will counter surf but only to get a drink. For some reason the big good loves drinking out of the kitchen faucet.
The dog turns on the faucet impressive!!! This is strike 3 for our 4 legged friend...remedial crate training
He used to get into the trash bin but I fixed that with a flush mount lid. Other than that he mainly just sleeps all day. I've got a camera where I can communicate with him but overall, he's content just to snooze on the couch. The best thing I did was just put everything away in the pantry or the fridge. The girls might leave something on the bar but generally he'll leave it alone. He was in a crate for a bout the first year, and he hated every second of it. Much like my first Weim.
Huskys are beautiful dogs but they seem like the biggest whiny pain in the ass breed. I've never had one so maybe I only see the emotional immaturity of them people post and talk about.
Yep, our husky got into the trash when we 1st got him and destroyed the house. If it wasn't nailed down he ate it or chewed it. We got an electric trash can lid...fixed. I told the wife I love animals but not enough to allow him to destroy our house. Sorry, he is going into a crate.
Our neighbors have one and he's a seriously cool dog. They are a working dog and, especially the young ones, you have to wear them out. Every day. Tango does pretty well if you run him/walk him. But he does his best when he's allowed to put his nose to the ground. We have a small woods behind the house and he'll track every species that's passed through there for hours on end until you let him.
That's my dog...really belongs out hunting but the problem is he has a human mama who thinks he is a sweet baby and needs a treat every time he makes a face smh
I've got two shepherd mix brothers. 11 yo this year. Super smart with great demeanors and still full of energy. My son and I work them mentally and physically almost daily on top of their usual self induced activity. I think all dogs thrive on activity. Its in their DNA as wild animals. And by dogs I mean real dogs. Anything over 20lbs. Anything less is a large rodent.
I have a big dog, but I think my beaglette resembles your remark. We had Tuffy, a chihuahua who tipped the scales at about 12 pounds and was 17 when he passed, and he could kick King Kong's ass on any given day (in his mind...lol). All my dogs for all my life have been rescues. Some great characters for sure. Kudos to all you pup guys.
I wish he had some of that breed lol He's 90 lbs of fun but leave him alone for 30 minutes and you'll regret it.
Actually they bark, shed and do best when you do something with them like agility or flyball. Even obedience, anything to force them to focus. My one guy is mellowing at 14, the other guy is a spinning jumping wild man. But still pretty well behaved. I am going to start training him next month to see if I can race him. Though the guy I lost was a big fluffy love sponge. All about being petted and while he could run and zoom his thing was lap dog. Oh and he could plug a vacuum just walking by it.
One day I made a HUGE mistake that almost got me hurt. I was walking him and like any neighborhood there is an occasional rabbit or squirrel that shows up. Instead of having him on a short lease I had that big spring loaded extendable one that goes about 12 feet. It locks but for some reason when he locked onto the squirrel I thought to myself I will let him chase it. BAD MOVE!!! As he sprinted across the street I soon realized his 40mph sprint and my 10 mph were vastly different and I found myself being superman'd through the air still grasping the leash handle. I, thankfully, landed in a neighbors grass as he ripped the handle out of my hand and it went flying down the street chasing after him. It swung under a car tire and he lunged which broke the cable and he was now a free husky. I was laughing so hysterically because I had just escaped serious injury while he focused on the squirrel in the tree. I walked in the house and the wife was puzzled why I was laughing
If you ever want a challenge of a dog I recommend that you get a Chesapeake Bay Retriever. I had to upgrade to a logging chain when he routinely broke those silly things you buy at the pet store. I could manage him even though we were at similar weights (180 lbs) because I dominated him. He would occasionally try to challenge my status as the Alpha male which is where the logging chain came into use.