Current blog look inspired by, dedicated to, and in memory of Brut. The studded star of the 24 Paws of Love.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Monday Memories-Brut Makes the First Move
If you've ever owned a Husky puppy, you know the sounds they can make can scare the bejeezes out of you. They sound like they are being strangled. Well, every night I put Brut in his child's playpen (my husband's idea, don't ask) and then he would carry on with these gut wrenching screams and screeches that I would swear to the heavens he was hurt. I knew he was trying to get my attention but his voice was so wrangle that I would end up getting up and checking on him, which of course only lead me to a wagging tail and a smiling face.
It became so intense that I was stayed up all night growling at him every time he started to make a sound. A book I'd read that insisted that acting like a mother dog who was disciplining her kids was the trick to correcting your dog on their bad behaviors. Yeah, right. Not this pup! What I didn't know through this whole mothering process, was that Brut was taken from his mother before she would have begun to discipline him. So not only was it not working, my throat was wearing out from growling all night, I was getting delirious from lack of sleep, and highly frustrated with no progress.
So after being up half of the night growling, I finally gave up and went to bed. Brut shrieked and screamed as I tried to ignore the horror that sounded like he was dying. Then suddenly, dead silence. QUIET! I was so exhausted, I passed out in seconds flat. When I awoke, I heart melted, there was Brut, laying next to my side of the bed, curled up on a pile of my clothes. I just laid there in amazement at this little puffball sleeping so peacefully next to me. I never heard Brut get out of the play pen, I thought he had finally given up and fallen asleep in it. There was something so precious about the way this little puppy sought me out and wanting to be so close. He never tried to wake me and make any fuss, he just needed to be nearby.
After that night he would wait for me to lay down and then he would crawl out and cuddle in my clothes and fall asleep. Why I kept putting him in that playpen was beyond me, but it was like a game to see how long it would take him to get out of it before we would both be snoozing into a quiet slumber.