…it pours Siberian Huskies.
Yesterday Handsome Chef Boyfriend and I paid a visit to a couple he has called friends for a long time. They are dog mushers, among other things. It is no secret that I have been pining for dog companionship since I lost my canine friend in late January. Yesterday I got it in spades. And I am no stranger to this particular breed–I have had four of them, although no more than three living under my roof at one time.
This afternoon visit felt self-indulgent; the photo speaks for itself. There are six dogs here, three sharing couch space, one in my lap, and two on the floor. And yes, the dog on the right is on top of the other dog. Alpha dog is at my right elbow. This particular configuration had changed multiple times over the course of our afternoon visit, during which time we were also watching the ceremonial start of the Iditarod.
Pack behavior is fascinating; this was a rare opportunity to observe it up close and personal (as you can see). The other eleven dogs were outside in the kennels; we exchanged howls (pack identification) coming and going. And if you did the math right, you will have arrived at seventeen for the grand total in this particular pack.
It’s a labor of love, and what a lovey bunch of critters. Their humans are lovely, too.