One day, a long time ago, when I was a child, I took my sled and my mixed Husky dog Sheba out onto the snow covered field behind my backyard. I got onto the sled and then waited for Sheba to pull. Sheba always pulled on our walks so I figured she might as well do something useful and pull me on the sled.
She took a couple of steps forward then turned around and looked at me for a bit and couldn't figure out what was going on. Why was I sitting down? What was wrong with me? She came back around and stuck her paw in my face deciding that I probably wanted to wrestle with her in the snow. I said, "Get off," but that only got her more excited and she jumped on me and then I had to stand up to fight her off. I ended up standing in the snow and Sheba was on the sled. I pulled at it, trying to dislodge her, again yelling, "Get off," but she just crouched down, claws gripping the foam padding. I started pulling her around to see if I could make her fall off but she stayed on until I got tired of the stupid game and shoved her off.
"Dumb dog," I said but of course, looking back on it, I was obviously wrong.
Well, this isn't Sheba. It's s Luna, but I'm sure she's just as smart. She's the second Siberian Husky to come into TAS recently. She'll win the award for best couch warmer/lap blanket on those cold winter nights.
For adoption information on this dog and other dogs (and cats and other animals), please visit Toronto Animal Services.