Huskies and writing and stuff

Let's talk about Huskies.

Or is it Husky's? Whatever.

Why should we talk about Husk(y/ies)? For a couple reasons.

First and foremost because I hope to be getting one shortly. This is, I've been lead to believe, a blog. It's meager descriptors include that things are rambled about on it and they presumably come from a person in Canada. I do think I've met the criteria to bring this topic to hand.

Before I dive madly into things about the dogs though I think it's worth mentioning the second reason. This blog was put together on the spur of the moment when I had cobbled together enough courage to make the introduction post. It was assumed (stupidly perhaps) of me that I would follow along and make a post or two every single week regular after that. The theory was something along the lines of once the first one is out, it should be like shattering a damn -- a torrent of pent up rants would just flow from my fingertips like an endless wave of bad water based analogies.

Whoosh? Swoosh? What kind of noise does that even make aside from 'lots'?
 What the hell does this have to do with writing?

Regrettably that was not so. See by now I've halfsies planned out a post about Limbo (an interesting game), another for Scott Pilgrim Vs the World (a fantastic movie) and finally a small tidbit on  The Expendables (a fun movie) -- hell I even began writing a combined post for all three put together. Nothing ever got posted though. I kept peering back at that first post I made and found I couldn't make something comparable in size and thus never tried. Now however I've come up with a solution, one that mirrors the actions of countless guys striving for the unattainable. I'm lowering my standards incredible amounts.


Which is why you can now see another post about, essentially, nothing. I haven't even gotten back on topic about the damn dog I want to buy yet. I'm just going to keep typing until it becomes natural. I still hope to make interesting posts, but that'll happen when my urge to type happily coincides with something interesting going on in the world. All the rest of the time? You'll get whatever thoughts are going through my head. Sometimes in very tiny posts sometimes in bigger less coherent ones like this. It may not be cool, it may not be relevant, but it puts me down at the keyboard and makes me type.









So. Yeah. Uh. That digressed a bit further than I anticipated it. That was meant to be about a single paragraph. Anywho, about them Husk(y/ies) again.

OK. It's now going to be Huskies. Damn it if I'm wrong, I don't care.

I've actually learned a great deal about these dogs in the recent months. It appears they have the odd poor trait, or so I found out when I started telling people that they were the dog I was aiming to nab. I dug up (translation; was forcibly made to read) several books on them before anyone was going to admit the idea wasn't entirely stupid. Amongst their bad traits are an unnerving habit of being able to out think their owners and escape virtually any environment they're put in, a tendency to destroy furniture if not properly trained and the ability to jump up and stick their face in yours to say hello. Personally I've lived with dogs all my life, gone through about a dozen pairs of shoes due to them and them alone and am not in the least bit upset when a dog can bound up and around head height. I appreciate this isn't the case for everyone though, so having a furry ball hurl itself through the air might be a cause for concern for any room mates or guests I may have around. Oh, they also howl. This is considered magnificent and beautiful for dog enthusiasts and a bloody nuisance by all their neighbours.

I've learned how to keep the dog from running madly away, I've learned how to safe guard my stuff and keep the dog entertained so it doesn't want to eat it anyways, and I've even picked up the odd trick to keep even the most excited dog's butt planted firmly on the ground when it would rather be sailing through the air. Now comes the real test; trying it with a new dog. Oh yes, the difference between theory and application. In the next couple weeks I'll be picking up the new puppy, and one can expect me to either post lots about it (yes, including pictures) or to just disappear off the face of the Internet as my time is consumed utterly.

Either way, that's what the future holds -- here's hoping the next post wont be so bloody difficult.