My Husky is an Asshole

I’ve had dogs my whole life.  I’ve trained them, even showed one when I was in my high school years.  So I’ve been around dogs most of my life.  Two years ago, my son (23 at the time) came home with a puppy he had found on the side of the road, one he had almost run over.  As puppies go, this one was cute, even compared to other puppies.  We did our customary vet visit to make sure he was OK and brought him into the house. At the time, we thought he was a Husky and German Shepard mix.  But almost immediately, we noticed a difference about this little guy.  He liked to bite, first of all.  He was young, too.  Possibly not even weaned yet. 

We worked on the biting, making sure he knew that was not a game we wanted to play.  I had learned that you have to teach them bite inhibition early before they are three months old, otherwise, they will bite when they’re older, too, but not realize the strength of their bite.  He got better with a lot of work. 

We notice oddities

But there were some other behaviors that were odd.  First of all, he liked to talk back.  As we gently trained him, he was fine when he wanted to do something you were asking, but as soon as he no longer wanted to behave, he would snap and growl at you.  He was talking back.  Worse, if you tried to correct him in this mood, he would get flat out aggressive. He wasn’t even ten pounds at this point, so it was easy to control, but I had a vision of a full-grown Husky acting like this – we had to get control of the situation. We started to use positive methods with him, and it started to work – mostly.  He still is the only dog I’ve ever had who really doesn’t seem to care if he pleases you. 

Then there is the eating.  He was/is finicky, to say the least.  Some days he wouldn’t eat.  Others, he would eat some, but only if you hand fed him.  Still others, he would guard his food bowl against you after he had eaten.  There was no rhyme or reason to his moods.  I did a little research on his behaviors and noticed a fair amount of Husky owners reporting similar problems.  Turns out, most of his issues were standard Husky problems.  We had to get a harness for him because he would fight so violently against a standard training collar.  He was going to hurt himself. We continued by attempting positive feedback training because correcting him simply made him aggressive.  He began to really be a challenge on some days.  He demanded constant attention.  If he didn’t get prompt attention, he started eating his own tail.  Husky owners call it, “becoming a hairdresser.”

If we forget to take his harness off when we put him in his “bed,” a dog crate that he loves, he eats the harness. We’re on our third and have a back up “just in case” we forget one night.

We have cats – if they run, prey drive kicks in and he gives chase. If they bring out a toy, he stuffs it in his mouth like a child who’s been told they can’t have any more cookies. And then pukes it up some hours later – his record is 8 hours. Conversely, he snuggles with one of the older cats. He even uses her as a pillow.

Don’t be fooled.

Do sled dogs sunbathe?

As we went into summer, we noticed him enjoying the hot weather.  Odd for something that was clearly a sled dog.  We took to taking him outside every single day at around the same time. Letting him play on a long lead seemed to calm him down.  At this point, he clearly had more energy than my wife and I.  And is standard fashion, while the child had brought him home and wanted to keep him, he was never around to help in the duties.  I did more research on Huskies and found that Texas Huskies can handle the heat, but only if they’re born in Texas – very strange.  But if you brought a dog from north to Texas, they really struggled in the heat.  I remember reading that as I watched this little guy stretched out in the sun in 100-degree heat, sleeping, sunbathing for lack of a better description. 

About this time, we grabbed one of the Wisdom Panel DNA tests.  We had to figure out what he was to know best how to keep him under control.  The test came back surprising.  37% Husky.  We knew that.  I was shocked it was only 37%.  25% Alaskan Malamute, 12.5% each German Shorthaired Pointer, Chow Chow, and Rottweiler. Not a lick of German Shepherd.  That actually made sense, and the Chow Chow accounted for some of his more devious behaviors.  Although the most challenging of his behaviors are definitely Husky-induced.  He would and will, chase anything that he sees as prey.  Huskies have the highest pray drive of any dog, and most trainers recommend never letting them off a lead.  I can attest to this.  We have a long lead that he gets put on when we take him in the backyard.  If there are deer in the yard, he goes crazy, but not in a barking dog normal way.  He jumps like a gazelle and wants to run off to join them, I think he thinks they’re his true family and he wants to be part of the pack.   

This dog needs to work

With the knowledge that most of his DNA is made up of working dogs, we realized that he needs exercise to wear him out.  We started taking him on his long lead into the backyard and playing various games with him.  He has a few that he really likes, chasing a ball is the best, and it gets him worn out well.  He needs at least two sessions each day.  We stumble on new things that he likes by doing something once, then him telling us he wants to do that same thing the next day. That’s how we found out he likes rides in the truck. 

His first truck rides were always to the vet.  But like our other dogs, he wasn’t all that keen to get into the truck, because he would always end up at the vet.  So we started taking him on non-vet drives, hoping to get this fear out of him. It would be nice to have a dog we could take anywhere with us.  And our other dog at the time could barely get into the truck and hated going, so we hoped to solve this problem.  So one morning we loaded up the truck and took him with us.  We went downtown in our little town, and we cracked the windows so he could get the smells of the area.  He loved seeing people on the street – he loved the chickens (this was BEFORE the chicken sanctuary was closed). He enjoyed the whole experience.  He loved it so much that the next day, he stood at the door and barked at us in a way he does that implies we are bad dog parents.  Figuring he just needed to relieve himself, I took him outside, and he proceeded to drag me to the truck.  He went on one ride downtown with the windows down and now he wanted it as part of his daily routine.  Two years later, he gets rides on most days that end in “Y.” 

He’s smart – yet there’s one more thing

It was also about this time that I noticed that he was smarter than other dogs we’d had in the past.  I’ve had some really clever dogs, including one King Shepherd who knew that when we got on the tractor to mow the yard, she had to gather up her “toys” and put them on the deck – these were the sticks she liked in the yard.  We’d say, “Go get your toys,” as we got on the tractor, and she would gather up about 10-15 branches and put them on the deck, where they’d be safe from being destroyed by the Bush Hog.  We never trained her to do this, she just got the idea all on her own.  But the Husty is a little different.  One time, when I was playing with him in between working, I told him to get his ball.  He came back with a bone, and I told him, “not your bone, your ball,” and I went back to work.  He dropped the bone, turned around, scanned the room, and brought me a ball.  I was floored.  He is able to distinguish the two and knows the difference. Couple this with his stubbornness at doing basic obedience, and I started to see the whole picture.  This dog is an asshole. 

I Googled “My Husky is an asshole.”  There were a lot of hits.  This is clearly a thing.  Videos, testimonials, etc.  In all my dog training years, I had missed this.  I had always heard that Huskies were “a challenging breed.”  Now, I know what that means.  He can be a complete jerk when he doesn’t get his way.  He insists on routines, which melds well with my life when I’m home.  But, he tells us to go to bed at night when he’s tired.  He tells us when he wants to go out in the morning – not too early.  Don’t try to get him out of his crate before he’s ready.  And he still gets fed on a plate that we have to hold for him, otherwise, he won’t eat.  He eats off china, by the way.  Don’t ask. 

That being said, he’s the most housebroken dog I’ve ever had.  I attribute that to the Chow Chow in his blood.  When he’s being good, he’s a great dog, and now that he has a friend, he’s calmed down a little – at least he bugs his doggie pal for attention more than he bugs us, which is definitely a good thing.  But at heart, he’s just an asshole.  A cute and furry asshole, but an asshole nonetheless. 

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The pictures are my own, of the asshole in all his glory.

7 thoughts on “My Husky is an Asshole

  1. My step-son has a Husky, Great Pyrenese, Chow Chow mix. I feel your pain, as I was conscripted into a lot of puppy sitting. A crate is imperative, but it must be totally empty or he destroys the item. No comfy doggie beds for him, he will spend the night ripping it to shreds. Lots of exercises, walks, doggie daycare for socialization (and a break for the humans) and car trips. He can’t be left alone for more than a few hours or he gets pissed. But he loves me, leans on me, covers me in fur and if I sit down he lays on my feet. It’s a trade-off.

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    1. Exactly – his crate is the same – he can have ONE sterilized bone in there. Just one. His “buddy” we adopted to keep him company is a Great Pyrenese mix… did you know that the dog with the second-highest prey drive is the Great Pry? Yeah – so we have TWO like this, but the Great Pyr is sweet and not so bright. It’s tough-love for sure. Thanks for the comments, and I’m ecstatic that someone understands.

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  2. Oh I love this! You’re a great dog owner to work so hard with him. I have a spaz dog too, although she has mellowed as she’s gotten older. She’s broke her tail open by banging it on the wall all the time, you can’t walk her anywhere without her pulling you through the air… and now she lays quietly sleeping on her doggie bed. A real sweetie. Good luck!

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    1. We have a saying, “mostly.” As in, he’s being good… mostly. That’s really all we can expect. I’m on the road this week, and I miss him quite a bit – it’s strange how the difficult ones weasel a way into our hearts.

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