His name is Blu, because of his gorgeous, piercing blue eyes. We left off the ‘e’ because we named our other dog Skye and gave it to her. Sort of a play on the whole Adam and Eve thing – Adam gave Eve a rib – Blu gave his e to Skye.
Blu is a full breed Siberian Husky. The breed ‘standard’ for size is about 55-60 pounds for males. Blu is 80 pounds, and he is not fat. In addition to those stunning eyes, he comes with a pure white, long double-coat. The damn dog is gorgeous, and I get many compliments on how beautiful he is whenever we are out.
He’s great with people and other dogs and is not the type of dog that would ever bite or cause harm. In other words, he’s absolutely useless as a guard dog, though he does howl very nicely.
He’s an indoor dog and needs a lot of exercise. Our yard isn’t sufficient for him, so he gets to go for walks and I frequently take him to the dog park to play. With the Las Vegas summer approaching, he’ll spend the majority of his days inside and I’ll go back to my routine of taking him out at night instead.
I didn’t want this dog. Don’t get me wrong. I adore him and I would never give him up. He just wasn’t on my list when I decided I wanted a dog. That decision came from someone else in my household (who shall remain nameless).
I wanted a German Shepherd, which I also got. I named her Skye and she’ll get her own story later. For now, let’s focus on the devil-dog, Blu.
He’s cunning and highly intelligent. He watches TV. Yes, he really does. He will sit completely still, ears perked up and watch any TV show that contains dogs or cats. Yup, Animal Planet is his favorite channel. He can sit through an entire one-hour show, especially if it is one of the dog agility shows.
He can open doors with handles. He was doing this by six-months of age. We had to install door knobs instead of handles throughout the house because of him.
He plays with balls like a cat. He’ll bat the ball around the house all by himself. He’ll do it with bones too, which can be dangerous. He especially likes to do this just before I’m ready to feed him dinner. It’s his little before dinner playtime.
He will listen and sit only when he wants something. Blu is completely food-driven. You can get him to do almost anything you want with a piece of cheese or a carrot.
He has a variety of howls that he uses, depending on what he wants us to do for him. He rarely barks and it doesn’t sound normal when he does. He’ll bark a little when outside with Skye if a stranger walks by. Again, it sounds odd and eventually he carries the bark into a howl, so it’s really kind of difficult to take him seriously.
He loves laying on the cold, tile floor, especially by our bedroom door when the air conditioner is on and there is a draft. He absolutely refuses to sit still in the car when we are heading to the park, forcing me to remind him to stay in the backseat, so that I don’t end up crashing into a building.
He pees on all the bushes in the backyard, and has created pathways (also known as holes) in these same bushes so that he can run through them. He chases bees, which have not stung him to date, miraculously. I hope he isn’t allergic to them.
He knows numerous words including ‘cheese, carrot, bone, park, treat, outside, potty, play, eat, sit, stay, down, speak, paw, car, back, off, ball, water, home.’ The words involving food get his attention very quickly. The rest, not so much.
There’s always more to say about Blu. This picture when he was still small pretty much sums it up. He’s a troublemaker, defiant, and beautiful.