Welcome to the world of Quarantined Loki. Sounds ominous, doesn't it? Sounds like he's got some fatal disease that will kill you if he so much as looks at you!
Not so much.
I don't get people. I really, really don't. Loki is a part of our family. On September 22nd, we were informed we might lose our family member.
Let me explain.
This morning, Morgan went to take Loki out before school. We've recently gotten him working on the Gentle Leader and it makes it easy for all of us to walk him without his Huskian Sled Dog instincts kicking in and kicking our butts. I can only assume that Morgan accidentally put it on wrong, but mistakes happen and sometimes he's gracious about putting it on and other times he's just not having it.
Somehow or another, he got out of it. It was a foggy morning and Morgan and her friends started running after him. He's a husky. A husky off a leash is a little nuts. They like to run. A lot. And fast. He kind of looks like a deer bounding through the grass.
Now, once they got out of my sight, I'm not sure exactly what happened. Morgan comes back and tells me that some lady was saying that the MPs would have our dog and we would never see him again. Morgan, was devastated. She felt horrible. She went back out (at this point, late for school) to search for him. She looked so sad with that leash in her hand.
This isn't the first time Loki has broken free. Actually, in THAT respect, he kind of reminds me of Marley from "Marley & Me". I think people assume huskies are aggressive because they look a little like wolves. Loki wouldn't hurt a fly. He's a sweet dog and I wish people would learn that if you see a dog with its tail just a waggin', he probably isn't going to do anything but lick you to death.
This doesn't mean that I want my dog off his leash. It scares me to death. He could be hit by a car or get off post. It's like seeing one of my children dart out into the street. Which, to be honest, is a big part of the reason we got the Gentle Leader. He really can't get out of it if it is put on correctly.
Anyhow, during this time, an MP shows up at my door. Says Morgan has Loki and is on her way home with him. He just needed some info from me and he gave Loki some love as he came home and I figured that was the last of it.
At 2:45pm, I got a call that kinda made me go "Huh???". It was my vet. They needed me to get Loki in there before 3pm. There was a hint of "or else" in her voice. I called the school to cancel my Parent-Teacher conference and set off with the Puppers.
Apparently, while Morgan watched, Loki and another dog were playing. This same woman who had threatened her earlier, stops her car, gets out and goes over to the dogs. She then walks back to her car.
After that, she went to the clinic and reported a "dog bite from a husky". She had no broken skin, not even any scratch marks from a paw. Nothing. BUT...if a dog bite is reported, it gets sent up to the MPs who send it up to the Vet.
My dog is now in Quarantine for 10 days. He can go right outside the door to go to the bathroom. No one but his immediate family can touch him. If he is approached by another dog or human during this time or gets off his leash and interacts with anyone, he will be put to sleep. No ifs, ands or buts about it.
My parents are visiting. My mother is afraid of a dog's shadow. She likes Loki. She's amazed at how well behaved he is. She said she's just fallen in love with him.
Yet, here he is. Quarantined. QUARANTINED.
So, Loki has decided to use an assumed name and wear a disguise. "Not Loki" has been spotted sulking in the kitchen because he can't take his nightly long walk.
We love you, Loki. We won't let anything happen to you. In the meantime, I am here for all the snuggles, face lickings and tasty treats you can handle.
Not so much.
I don't get people. I really, really don't. Loki is a part of our family. On September 22nd, we were informed we might lose our family member.
Let me explain.
This morning, Morgan went to take Loki out before school. We've recently gotten him working on the Gentle Leader and it makes it easy for all of us to walk him without his Huskian Sled Dog instincts kicking in and kicking our butts. I can only assume that Morgan accidentally put it on wrong, but mistakes happen and sometimes he's gracious about putting it on and other times he's just not having it.
Somehow or another, he got out of it. It was a foggy morning and Morgan and her friends started running after him. He's a husky. A husky off a leash is a little nuts. They like to run. A lot. And fast. He kind of looks like a deer bounding through the grass.
Now, once they got out of my sight, I'm not sure exactly what happened. Morgan comes back and tells me that some lady was saying that the MPs would have our dog and we would never see him again. Morgan, was devastated. She felt horrible. She went back out (at this point, late for school) to search for him. She looked so sad with that leash in her hand.
This isn't the first time Loki has broken free. Actually, in THAT respect, he kind of reminds me of Marley from "Marley & Me". I think people assume huskies are aggressive because they look a little like wolves. Loki wouldn't hurt a fly. He's a sweet dog and I wish people would learn that if you see a dog with its tail just a waggin', he probably isn't going to do anything but lick you to death.
This doesn't mean that I want my dog off his leash. It scares me to death. He could be hit by a car or get off post. It's like seeing one of my children dart out into the street. Which, to be honest, is a big part of the reason we got the Gentle Leader. He really can't get out of it if it is put on correctly.
Anyhow, during this time, an MP shows up at my door. Says Morgan has Loki and is on her way home with him. He just needed some info from me and he gave Loki some love as he came home and I figured that was the last of it.
At 2:45pm, I got a call that kinda made me go "Huh???". It was my vet. They needed me to get Loki in there before 3pm. There was a hint of "or else" in her voice. I called the school to cancel my Parent-Teacher conference and set off with the Puppers.
Apparently, while Morgan watched, Loki and another dog were playing. This same woman who had threatened her earlier, stops her car, gets out and goes over to the dogs. She then walks back to her car.
After that, she went to the clinic and reported a "dog bite from a husky". She had no broken skin, not even any scratch marks from a paw. Nothing. BUT...if a dog bite is reported, it gets sent up to the MPs who send it up to the Vet.
My dog is now in Quarantine for 10 days. He can go right outside the door to go to the bathroom. No one but his immediate family can touch him. If he is approached by another dog or human during this time or gets off his leash and interacts with anyone, he will be put to sleep. No ifs, ands or buts about it.
My parents are visiting. My mother is afraid of a dog's shadow. She likes Loki. She's amazed at how well behaved he is. She said she's just fallen in love with him.
Yet, here he is. Quarantined. QUARANTINED.
So, Loki has decided to use an assumed name and wear a disguise. "Not Loki" has been spotted sulking in the kitchen because he can't take his nightly long walk.
We love you, Loki. We won't let anything happen to you. In the meantime, I am here for all the snuggles, face lickings and tasty treats you can handle.
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