The Best, Worst Dog Ever:

I have the best, worst dog.

I didn't mean to get a husky. I was well aware when I got into this what they were capable of. Yet every once in awhile the universe takes some situations that are out of hands, and molds us together. My husky and I are so similar, well, it would be kind of insane if we hadn't ended up together.

'Midge' and I have had unique experiences. She spent the first three years of her life locked in a kennel in a dank dark basement until she was rescued. I had the unfortunate experience of an abusive ex boyfriend locking me in a closet for days. You could say.. we relate on some levels.

The first month together was pretty hard. It was my PTSD meets the dog's separation anxiety. I think when I collectively sat down and tallied my accounts, the new husky had wracked up over $1200 in property damage to the new apartment I was renting. Three massive, thick crates upwards of $120 or more... decimated. Like a nuclear test gone wrong. The plastic was *mangled* Shredded duvet, pillows, three feet of bedroom carpet pulled up, ...damage done the interior of my car. You name it. If It had a molecular structure. She could break it down. That simple.

Oh I got mad. But I refused to be daunted. You see, in my initial diagnosis with PTSD, I really needed someone to cut me a break. I didn't get it, shuffled from abusive family to couches and hospitals... it was hard. I believed everyone was my enemy and no one was to be trusted. I lived in complete isolation and fear.

When I looked into her blue eyes, I saw something of myself back. And hence, I gave her a break. A big break. I worked with professionals, sought advice all over the internet, and I began to challenge and harness this ... well.. fractal dog.

Together, we slowly faced our fears. We started with the simple things. She was afraid of grass, for instance, having never seen it before. Our walks together, still daily, are therapeutic for both of us. We share an equal fear of other humans, a little hysterical in fact. Through the years of walking through downtown, we have both become used to be stopped.

"My GOD! That is a beautiful dog! Or is it a wolf?! "

"Thanks.. no she's just a husky.." I can now meekly spit out, and force myself to make eye contact and smile. Midge no larger darts away from strangers, dragging me into traffic, but now tolerates verbal approval so long as she is not touched. We are both two red heads often met with unwanted attention (particularly from the males) and come off as resentful about being 'pretty.' At least that is the assessment my friends give us. Whatever. We get each other :)

There many perks and downsides to having a dog who's intelligence can rank above a five year old child's. For instance, no pizza is safe in my fridge unless the fridge is bungee corded shut. On the other hand, she is a fantastic room mate and a great conversationalist. (Ie: "How was your day while I was at class?" "RoooooRoooroorooh" ..etc) I've given up restraining her in many aspects, solely because she has made it her life's mission to never be restrained. I can no longer be surprised, for instance, if my husky has escaped from out of my car and comes running into the grocery store. (because that has happened twice.)

Last month at work... I can't even laundry list all the extraneous items she destroyed and places she defecated in (like my boss's bed) for the sole purpose of voicing her discontent with being separated. I work at a horse farm, and though she gets plenty of attention through my day, she is tied outside for work while I teach. Though often when she escapes (as true to Houdini form) lately she had decided she wants to be a good off the leash dog, and politely listens to my cues off the leash like a border collie. Would you go figure. :) Monday was her first full day 'untied.'

I often say that this is my LAST husky. But truth be told the little miscreant grows on me more all the time. She's the best behaved 'bad' dog I've ever encountered.
FewWords FewWords
22-25, F
1 Response Jan 22, 2013

About 8 years ago we rescued a malamute/lab mix (Labramute?). I fell i love with her at the shelter, because she had been left there twice, and she had one blue, one brown eye. She has the separation anxiety, too; but we already had another dog, so she wouldn't be alone.

The people at the shelter called her Blondie (to my horror, I subsequently found out Hitler's dog had that name). She never answered to it; but when we got her home, our son called her Daisy, at which she came running (she also answers to the more appropriate "Crazy"). She remains skittish of strangers, needful of close attention. Escapes the back yard, but always stays close to the house.

Sorry, your story just makes me think of her, so I ramble.

Lol sure does sound like husky mix! Talking about people's dogs, wish I had pictures