Hamish sings with all his heart. Sometimes he’s standing, sometimes lying or sitting, his head thrown back. His tail is plumed over his back, maybe wagging or held straight out, and sometimes, like today tucked right under him. Watch your beasts when they howl, watch all their muscles tighten, belly tucked up tight, shoulders and hocks locked, the sheer img_0317enjoyment of their song so apparent in every taught fibre. Then, finally finished, everything relaxes, the belly falls again, the tail that was held taught between the hind legs, loosening to its natural curve. Pagan puts far less effort in, and will only sing if she shamed into it by myself and her brother, her voice much higher and softer than his. With Christmas just around the corner (Bah Humbug) it’s easy to forget the perfection of our animal companions, to lose ourselves in consumerism, rather than the sheer amazingness of those we live our lives with. Never stop img_0321watching, reveling in, and appreciating their furry splendor. Blooming heck, what on earth is my coffee laced with? I don’t half talk some crap


Why on earth do I feel the need to go ‘waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh’ whilst giving Hamish rough fuss, or ‘de dum de dum de dum’ as I play the piano down their spines? The theme from Mission Impossible is for playfully spanking their bums, and The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy for nose wuffles and ear fussing. I am destined to never share my life with another human lol

Author: malamute musings

I'm owned by a working team of Alaskan Malamute sled dogs, am a pagany philosophy student, and pretend to be a professional writer - all these add up to .......well, me. And that's what I blog about - random musings, thoughts and being dragged around.

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