As a part of a barter arrangement with our wedding photographer, we got a post-wedding session, which we had never planned on but apparently that’s what cool kids do. We were a little wary of the idea and most of all didn’t know what kind of session to choose until we hit on a blessed idea to combine this with our love of huskies.
We are not likely to ever own a husky, first of all because of R’s allergies and second of all (but it might be first just as well) because you need to walk this furry bundle of love four hours a day. Yep. Four of the precious hours people without huskies spend commuting, playing Scrabble and scrubbing the bathroom. Much as we might prefer the former, we simply wouldn’t be able to find this much time daily. But this knowledge doesn’t stop us from loving huskies from afar and making their owners uneasy with our delights. So we decided that a photo session with huskies would be a wedding present for ourselves.
So last Wednesday we woke up at an insane hour – or planned to but we overslept and ran madly around looking for bits of our wedding attires (okay, I was running and snapping but hey, the bridal look takes so much longer to assemble). Shortly past seven we were in the local woods with the photographer, waiting for the dogs. We had arranged the whole event with a guy who lives nearby who we’d seen riding a dog sled many times and who turned out very nice and approachable. He arrived with thirteen dogs, overwhelming us a little and the photographer more than a little. At first, as he handed each of us a leash we could see why they are employed as dogs for pulling: they pull superhard and if they want to pull you one way, there’s very little you can do about it. We also thought for a moment that it might not have been such a great idea, seeing as we could hardly walk the dogs, let alone make them pose.
But that soon proved unnecessary as the dogs’ owner, whose name was Robert, by the way, turned out in exceptional command of them. It was enough for him to call a dog’s name and it did whatever was wanted: sat down, looked one way or another and generally behaved itself. But actually we didn’t need too much discipline. As soon as the dogs stopped trying to tear our arms off we simply let them be and got to know them. As it happens, huskies are not only incredibly pretty, they are also very human-friendly and we shed our reserve almost as fast as they, um, shed, I guess. Once we did, we had so much fun I still find it hard to believe. Not only did the session not stress us out, we ended it as relaxed as if we’d spent a day at a spa. I definitely see how dog therapy must be efficient.
Of course, as I’m as predictable as they come, I particularly enjoyed the puppy who was not fully trained yet, so much so that it even bit a little, and still had all the charm and playfulness of a young dog. But all the others were great too: Whitie, who was the leader of the pack, Dakota, who let me walk her without any struggle from the very start, the large brown Malamute that licked R’s nose and the small gray husky that licked mine. It almost makes one wonder whether four hours a day are really so difficult to find.
This is us with the puppy.
And with a whole bunch of other huskies (photos by B. Pezowicz).