Life with Siberian Huskies
The Journey is more important than the destination
The Song of Life
A man or woman has to have something that they believe in, or life pretty much sucks. I happen to love my dogs and my music. You may not have thought of it, but they have similarities. My Huskies are born and grow each day. A song is not much different, it has a beginning, middle, and end.
A song starts out as an idea, then evolves into the final product.
Huskies grow, learn, become more than what they started out to be. The finished product if you will… but then it’s never finished, neither is a song you play. It’s never exactly the same each time you play it.
Live music is just that…live. It lives and it breathes, and shifts depending on those who are playing it. It’s not perfect, but then it shouldn’t be. Life isn’t perfect either, and so why should a song?
Music can reflect life, it can bring you up or down. It can change your world or mood, it makes a difference in many people’s lives.
My dogs are exactly the same as a song. Our lives together are a performance that I’m lucky enough to be part of. Each day we play it, it’s never the same. It shifts as we do, depending on what happened.
We have a beginning, middle, and end. I’m just lucky enough to take the time to be part of it. Sure, our lives together are not perfect, but sometimes… just like when you are playing a song you hit that groove.
Sometimes everything is in sync, you feel it more than anything. You don’t think about what you are playing…it just happens and it’s perfect. It’s perfect in your soul, and that is what really matters. I have that same feeling with my dogs at times.
Today was one of those days. Nikki has graduated to the point she is free to run with the rest of the pack. I’ve held her back, protected her until she was big enough to not get hurt. She can hold her own now, and is becoming a force in my pack.
I came home from a normal day of fighting “Mad Max” drivers on my commute to D.C. yeah you know who you are! I stopped at Food Lion for some butter, but I had to buy my Huskies new squeaker toys. That’s what dad’s do. Each of my Husky kids got a brand new squeaky toy they love.
Nikki runs over jumps in my lap. Nuzzling my neck and making me forget what a crappy day it was. Cooper and Sam take turns welcoming me home and I love it! I go out and throw the ball for them.
That’s my pack, my kids if you will. To me it doesn’t get much better than this.
That’s music to my ears…the song of my life with some huskies.
TJ
Life with Siberian Huskies 
Loved it TJ
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