A wolfpack without the sledge

Ok, so I do have my very own wolfpack of huskies. I have five to be exact. All different in colours and size. Some have blue eyes, some have amber, some have brown. I have always been seen 'cool' that I have huskies, expecially five of them. So here is a little bit of info on them.

BLITZ


Yehh, he definately looks scary to most people. BUT. He is one big softie. This is the Daddy :)

AKELA


The Mum of the pack.

STORM


We rescued this husky. He had been badly treated and it took a while for him to come round. Now, he is a happy doggy with the others in the pack.

TIKANNI


LOVES sleeping behind the couch!

MISHKA


This girl will cuddle up to your feet and follow you throughout the day.

A Siberian Husky Poem




Why own a Siberian Husky dog? There’s a danger you know,
you can’t own just one, for the craving will grow.
There’s no doubt they’re addictive, wherein lies the danger,
while living with lots you’ll grow poorer and stranger.

One husky’s not trouble and two are so funny,
the third one is easy, the fourth one’s a honey.
The fifth is delightful and the sixth one’s a breeze,
you find you can live with a houseful, with ease.

So how ‘bout another? Would you really dare?
They’re really quite easy, but oh Lord, the hair!
With sibes on the sofa and sibes on the bed
and crates in the kitchen, it’s no bother, you said.

They’re really no trouble, their manners are great,
what are just one more husky and one more little crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty, the floor is all footprints, the furniture’s dusty,
the housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few nose prints and a little more hair?

So let’s keep a puppy, you can always find room
and a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.
There’s hardly a limit to the sibes you can add,
the thought of a cutback, sure makes you feel sad.

Each one is special, so useful and funny, the food bill grows larger, you owe the vet money.
Your folks never visit and few friends come to stay,
except other sibe folks, who live the same way.

Your lawn has now died and the shrubs are dead too,
your weekends are busy, you’re off with your crew.
There’s sibe food and vitamins, training and shots,
accessories and treats which cost lots and lots.

Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favourite comes up and climbs in your lap.
His look says you’re special and you know that you will,
keep all of the critters in spite of the bill.

Some just for showing, and some just to breed,
all are for loving, each one fills a need.
Winter is a hassle, but the sibes love it true,
and they must have their walks though you are numb and blue.

Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout,
at the sibes on the sofa, who refuse to go out.
The adults and the puppies, the fun times, the thrills,
the work and the worry, the pressures, the bills.

The whole thing seems worth it, the sibes are your life,
they’re charming and funny and offset the strife.
Your lifestyle has changed, things just won’t be the same,
yes those sibes are addictive, and so is the dog game!