My husband and I purchased a black Labrador Retriever a few months after we were married. I am a dog lover, and I grew up with dogs and knew I wanted more of them in my life. So, a year or two later, I felt my heart was big enough to add another pup to our mix.
In came Shyla. A Siberian Husky that my husband thought was going to be attached to him as much as our lab was attached to me. Boy, did she prove him wrong.
Shyla was a force from day one. She wouldn’t stay in the crate to transport her home. It wasn’t a sad, confused whine that she gave, but instead a demanding yelp. And she kept trying to chew the door. We thought she would hurt herself, so I had to sit her on my lap for the two-hour drive home.
She came into the house and immediately became the pesky little sister to our lab, Primo. She chewed his ears when he was napping and bit his feet as he walked by. If we were to verbally discipline her, she would talk back at us. It was so cute to me that I would allow her to get away with more than I should and fuss at her just so she would howl. She was quick and could slide under the bed or the dining room table to get away from us when we would try to get her for something bad she did.
On a few occasions, we came home to her having torn up the garbage while still locked in her cage. It. Was. Crazy. To this day, we have no idea how she was able to pull that amazing feat. We had to stop her nighttime crate training because she would not stop whining the entire time. No exaggeration. But she did better once we allowed her to sleep under our bed where she slept for many years until we got a new frame that she couldn’t fit under anymore.
Unlike Primo, who always wanted to be where we were, Shyla was a loner and very independent. If the family was upstairs, she’d stay downstairs. If we were downstairs, she’d go to another room. She would cuddle with us sometimes but only on her terms and for the length of time she allotted. Because she was so distant, I always said she had a stank attitude, which led to her nickname: “Skank”, which was softened to “Skankerdoodle”. She answered to either one along with “Little Girl” — something I’d call her when she was in trouble. Almost everyone called her “Shy Shy” and I would sing to her the lyrics of the popular song by Kajagoogoo on the occasions when she would let me snuggle her face.
Shyla actually liked the cooler weather and when we had our daughter, she pulled her on her sled in the snow. That was the only intimate activity those two had together, because Shyla couldn’t seem to stand our daughter any other time. lol
Shyla was hardly ever sick most of her life, but unfortunately developed arthritis in both of her hips and right shoulder and her liver started to fail. Some days we would have to carry up the stairs. We held out as long as we could to keep her functioning and enjoying some quality of life, but we had to put her down last week.
Even at the end, Shyla showed her ornery side. All her life, she couldn’t stand for anyone to touch her paws. If you walked by and accidentally hit her foot, she’d be up and out. She became hard of hearing at the end so, to get her attention we’d tap her paw. She hated it, but it was effective to get her up to go to the bathroom. After the vet administered the sedative on her final day, they returned to see how well it had taken affect. To do that, they would pinch her fat pads. No matter how long they waited, Shyla kept kicking those feet anytime they were touched. As a family, we had to laugh because it was so indicative of her personality and all that she displayed since our first day with her: Always a force to be reckoned with.
She was loved and will be sorely missed!