Libby is our only husky right now. She is a healthy girl but she had a growth on her head that was removed by the vet. yesterday. She did fine and will be fine from that, I am happy to write. Libby is retired now, age 10, but she had a lovely career as an obedience champion, a certified therapy dog and on rare occasion a sled dog. I wrote this poem for her some years ago after she finished her final obedience trial. This is a true story.
Intelligent, crafty, smart, sly and wise, Libby is a pretty red Husky with soul searching eyes.
Obedience training is not her cup of tea but her momma said, “Libby, please do this for me.”
Their first trial was a fun filled and happy event. First place, first leg plus a blue ribbon at the national Siberian Husky award tent.
We needed two more wins-or legs-in dog trainer lingo, Libby did it again, “that’s twice, she said, bingo.”
Not bingo, not yet, we need one more leg, momma pled her case. Libby said “twice, that’s it, i’d much rather race.”
After hours of training and too many treats Libby grudgingly agreed. In her husky way she loves her momma and will, on occasion, work to please.
Adding injury to insult Libby went to be groomed, bathing, blow drying, hair pulling, poor Libby felt doomed.
At a Saturday trial into the ring for eight different events Libby did her thing. Blue ribbon and title, hooray and amen, thank Sirius, said Libby, I’ll never do this again.
But momma had entered for two days, ahem…the entry for Sunday was improve Libby’s score. Libby was shocked! “You said never more!”
Unhappy and prickly and obviously bored, she entered the ring, decided “why not” and shat on the floor.
Libby the hoochie husky loves rolling in road kill, the smell’s a delight.
She runs at full speed, no matter my fright.
Her nature is pure, she is a dog not a bore and she is completely free of regard for any obedience score.