I got lucky when we adopted Juno. And not because she's a Siberian (although that could be considered luck in itself). But because she's a little different from most Siberians. She comes when she's called, she sits when asked and will perform a multitude of other tricks deemed humiliating by most, ok all, Siberians.
But her most interesting un-Siberian behavior is her love for water. In fact, while I can hike her off-leash in many car-free locations, she does try my patience by straying too far ahead and I spend the time either walking fast enough to keep her in sight or recalling her ever 5 minutes. But when there's a body of water nearby, I don't seem to have that problem of losing her. Because Juno is always in it.
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall, I don't need to call--well, as long as we're walking near a river. It gets on Loki's last nerve whenever Juno's in the river. She not only knows it but does it in order to: 1. get away from him and, 2. mock him. No seriously, she does it to mock him.
"Princess, I don't understand the fascination with this scary water!"
"That's easy Big Boy. The water tastes delicious. But be careful, because there's a monster in it that dines on Formosan doggies with gynormous ears."
On this windy day, the waves were high as Marley set out to retrieve a stick. Juno was taking notes and thinking about trying it as well. I have no doubt that with more exposure to swimming dogs, she'd soon be swimming herself. Where was Loki? Far away with his head buried between my knees.
Occasionally, she even finds herself inside a drinking fountain.
But she's never amused when the humans laugh about it.
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