Huskies in general have it more frequently to the point it's considered one of their breed's traits too.
The best part is she acts more like a lab than a husky, she just wants pets and to play with people all day long, the only time she shows up as a husky is when other doggos are around because she rough houses (which upsets like everyone except big dog owners).
bowen on
not a doctor, not a lawyer, examples I use may not be fully researched so don't take out of context plz, don't @ me
the tortie apparently finds pooping rather distressing (i can relate), and the only cure for her is laptime. like, if we hear her scratching around, we know that cat is incoming. (she doesn't seem to have pain or visible distress, it's just a seemingly harmless habit. maybe she's self-conscious about her stinkbombs.)
she is a very insistent snuggler as a matter of course.
you're sitting? well, now you're making a lap, even if you thought the fetal position was untenable for a cat to balance on. she's very appreciative, but man, bossypants when she wants to sit on you.
A friend of my GF back in the day had a German-shepherd-wolf-hybrid, appropriately named Bear.
We had a New Year's Eve party at her place and I went outside to have a smoke not even knowing that there was a nearly feral animal in the backyard; this sort of grey ... shadow ... cut across my peripheral vision and then suddenly was in my face, tail wagging, mouth open and panting.
"You wanna hang out?"
*Bear sits*
"Want me to give you some head scratches?"
*tail goes nuts*
And so Bear and I hung out for the length of several cigarettes and the remainder of a beer, some twenty minutes or so. He actually whined before I went back inside, so I knelt and gave him a full body rub while he licked my face raw.
Bear's owner was completely taken aback:
"Did you ... bring him a treat or anything?"
"Nope, just hung out with him, petted him and told him he was The Handsomest Boy in the whole wide world."
"That's really fucked up, Mike. He's more than 3/4 timber wolf. He doesn't like males, he even growls at my dad."
"What can I say? I'm lovable."
"Yeah, a fucking apex predator just decides you're fun to hang with. Sure."
"Well, I wasn't trying to be the boss of him, so that may have had something to do with it. Besides, he's a sweetheart."
...
In hindsight, that pupper could have torn my arm off, and I had every right to be apprehensive. But ... he was just so snuggly.
"Yeah, a fucking apex predator just decides you're fun to hang with. Sure."
Game recognize game.
Isn't that how we domesticated them in the first place
We're not 100% sure, but we think it's probably one of the two following ways:
1) They hung around our camps and ate our scraps. They'd keep larger predators away and eventually their pups would be timid enough to enter the camp and get petted like the good lil puppers they are. Over time (thousands of years) you get modern dogs, and almost two hundred thousand years later here we are.
2) The runts of the litter were abandoned and we came across them and adopted them. The traits we usually select against just happens to coincide with runts of the liter. Things like friendliness, acting juvenile, submissiveness, piebald coat colors, etc.
It was probably a mix of both, but without dogs, there's a real good chance human society wouldn't have been quite as prolific as it was. They do so many things for us.
Good ol doggos.
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A friend of my GF back in the day had a German-shepherd-wolf-hybrid, appropriately named Bear.
We had a New Year's Eve party at her place and I went outside to have a smoke not even knowing that there was a nearly feral animal in the backyard; this sort of grey ... shadow ... cut across my peripheral vision and then suddenly was in my face, tail wagging, mouth open and panting.
"You wanna hang out?"
*Bear sits*
"Want me to give you some head scratches?"
*tail goes nuts*
And so Bear and I hung out for the length of several cigarettes and the remainder of a beer, some twenty minutes or so. He actually whined before I went back inside, so I knelt and gave him a full body rub while he licked my face raw.
Bear's owner was completely taken aback:
"Did you ... bring him a treat or anything?"
"Nope, just hung out with him, petted him and told him he was The Handsomest Boy in the whole wide world."
"That's really fucked up, Mike. He's more than 3/4 timber wolf. He doesn't like males, he even growls at my dad."
"What can I say? I'm lovable."
"Yeah, a fucking apex predator just decides you're fun to hang with. Sure."
"Well, I wasn't trying to be the boss of him, so that may have had something to do with it. Besides, he's a sweetheart."
...
In hindsight, that pupper could have torn my arm off, and I had every right to be apprehensive. But ... he was just so snuggly.
You and me Darth, we're missing that thing in our brains that make us scared of animals, even when we should be!
My rescue group constantly talks about how I will probably die one day snugging a Polar Bear or something.
But until then I will continue to use my complete lack of fear to confuse animals into getting close enough to snuggle them!
"Yeah, a fucking apex predator just decides you're fun to hang with. Sure."
Game recognize game.
Isn't that how we domesticated them in the first place
We're not 100% sure, but we think it's probably one of the two following ways:
1) They hung around our camps and ate our scraps. They'd keep larger predators away and eventually their pups would be timid enough to enter the camp and get petted like the good lil puppers they are. Over time (thousands of years) you get modern dogs, and almost two hundred thousand years later here we are.
2) The runts of the litter were abandoned and we came across them and adopted them. The traits we usually select against just happens to coincide with runts of the liter. Things like friendliness, acting juvenile, submissiveness, piebald coat colors, etc.
It was probably a mix of both, but without dogs, there's a real good chance human society wouldn't have been quite as prolific as it was. They do so many things for us.
Good ol doggos.
I think the first theory is the strongest, because human settlements always had big refuse piles at the perimeter that would have been very attractive to scavengers like wolves, assuming they could become unafraid enough of the humans to approach it. That potential food source creates a natural selection pressure towards losing their fear of humans.
A friend of my GF back in the day had a German-shepherd-wolf-hybrid, appropriately named Bear.
We had a New Year's Eve party at her place and I went outside to have a smoke not even knowing that there was a nearly feral animal in the backyard; this sort of grey ... shadow ... cut across my peripheral vision and then suddenly was in my face, tail wagging, mouth open and panting.
"You wanna hang out?"
*Bear sits*
"Want me to give you some head scratches?"
*tail goes nuts*
And so Bear and I hung out for the length of several cigarettes and the remainder of a beer, some twenty minutes or so. He actually whined before I went back inside, so I knelt and gave him a full body rub while he licked my face raw.
Bear's owner was completely taken aback:
"Did you ... bring him a treat or anything?"
"Nope, just hung out with him, petted him and told him he was The Handsomest Boy in the whole wide world."
"That's really fucked up, Mike. He's more than 3/4 timber wolf. He doesn't like males, he even growls at my dad."
"What can I say? I'm lovable."
"Yeah, a fucking apex predator just decides you're fun to hang with. Sure."
"Well, I wasn't trying to be the boss of him, so that may have had something to do with it. Besides, he's a sweetheart."
...
In hindsight, that pupper could have torn my arm off, and I had every right to be apprehensive. But ... he was just so snuggly.
You and me Darth, we're missing that thing in our brains that make us scared of animals, even when we should be!
My rescue group constantly talks about how I will probably die one day snugging a Polar Bear or something.
But until then I will continue to use my complete lack of fear to confuse animals into getting close enough to snuggle them!
You know, we all have to go out eventually.
And I can think of worse stories to be told at a wake than:
"Yeah he was mauled by a polar bear.
"Really shouldn't have gone in for the belly rub.
"Granted, I've never actually seen a polar bear roll over on it's back like that...
"If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards'."
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The best part is she acts more like a lab than a husky, she just wants pets and to play with people all day long, the only time she shows up as a husky is when other doggos are around because she rough houses (which upsets like everyone except big dog owners).
at least you know a scorpion will sting. the cat would probably not sting out of spite
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I'm sure a cat could find a way.
Took this today.
Victor is the closest, he's 18 years old and definitely looks and acts like he's had enough of the three others who are about four years old each.
The one behind is Nobby, his grandson.
Youre doing me a spoop, friend.
she is a very insistent snuggler as a matter of course.
you're sitting? well, now you're making a lap, even if you thought the fetal position was untenable for a cat to balance on. she's very appreciative, but man, bossypants when she wants to sit on you.
if i had a camera on me, i'd take a picture...
This dude and his piano loving cat are killing me
This could not be more laser-targeted at me.
"I cant fucking read, Doug."
Vegan Wolf is 20% more pretentious than the other wolfs.
How dare you
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We had a New Year's Eve party at her place and I went outside to have a smoke not even knowing that there was a nearly feral animal in the backyard; this sort of grey ... shadow ... cut across my peripheral vision and then suddenly was in my face, tail wagging, mouth open and panting.
"You wanna hang out?"
*Bear sits*
"Want me to give you some head scratches?"
*tail goes nuts*
And so Bear and I hung out for the length of several cigarettes and the remainder of a beer, some twenty minutes or so. He actually whined before I went back inside, so I knelt and gave him a full body rub while he licked my face raw.
Bear's owner was completely taken aback:
"Did you ... bring him a treat or anything?"
"Nope, just hung out with him, petted him and told him he was The Handsomest Boy in the whole wide world."
"That's really fucked up, Mike. He's more than 3/4 timber wolf. He doesn't like males, he even growls at my dad."
"What can I say? I'm lovable."
"Yeah, a fucking apex predator just decides you're fun to hang with. Sure."
"Well, I wasn't trying to be the boss of him, so that may have had something to do with it. Besides, he's a sweetheart."
...
In hindsight, that pupper could have torn my arm off, and I had every right to be apprehensive. But ... he was just so snuggly.
Game recognize game.
I didn't say that.
This guy's a phony!
Isn't that how we domesticated them in the first place
We're not 100% sure, but we think it's probably one of the two following ways:
1) They hung around our camps and ate our scraps. They'd keep larger predators away and eventually their pups would be timid enough to enter the camp and get petted like the good lil puppers they are. Over time (thousands of years) you get modern dogs, and almost two hundred thousand years later here we are.
2) The runts of the litter were abandoned and we came across them and adopted them. The traits we usually select against just happens to coincide with runts of the liter. Things like friendliness, acting juvenile, submissiveness, piebald coat colors, etc.
It was probably a mix of both, but without dogs, there's a real good chance human society wouldn't have been quite as prolific as it was. They do so many things for us.
Good ol doggos.
EVERYBODY WANTS TO SIT IN THE BIG CHAIR, MEG!
How did you get this video of me
Have I ever told you how much I love your stories? Jesus, man, your life has apparently been insane!
You and me Darth, we're missing that thing in our brains that make us scared of animals, even when we should be!
My rescue group constantly talks about how I will probably die one day snugging a Polar Bear or something.
But until then I will continue to use my complete lack of fear to confuse animals into getting close enough to snuggle them!
Yep yep yep yep yep yep yep yep yep uh huh uh huh uh huh
Oh! Doggie!
I think the first theory is the strongest, because human settlements always had big refuse piles at the perimeter that would have been very attractive to scavengers like wolves, assuming they could become unafraid enough of the humans to approach it. That potential food source creates a natural selection pressure towards losing their fear of humans.
You know, we all have to go out eventually.
And I can think of worse stories to be told at a wake than:
"Yeah he was mauled by a polar bear.
"Really shouldn't have gone in for the belly rub.
"Granted, I've never actually seen a polar bear roll over on it's back like that...
EVERYBODY WANTS TO SIT IN THE BIG CHAIR, MEG!
Dating is weird.
Get me a bottle of single malt and you will hear some serious shit until I black out and faceplant.
Then it's all, "I think I broke my nose ... again."
I got a little bit of this at the, uh, first or second PAX South. Can't remember which.
It was a good time.
I don't think I ever got to pay you back for that beer you bought me?
Shit, if South is where I need to go for story time with Darth, I need to go sooner rather than later.
More reason to show up in January; I'll have turned 40 by then and the only way I know to cheat Death is through a long, slow pickling process.
The more the merrier!