DON’T BATE THE WOLF!
A page of stuff about my Malamute Magnus, whom it amuses me to pretend is some kind of vaguely misanthropic Oxford don. I have mentioned many times on this blog that I do not get out much…
Malamutes are large sled dogs from Alaska that have been bred to look after themselves and pull literally tons of stuff over nasty, icy terrain. They are stubborn, wily, and very clever. This makes them a nightmare to train. They are exceedingly strong. Magnus is now 15 months old and weighs 45 kilos. He will get bigger.
They are also loving, loyal, and very friendly, and not frickin’ crazy like huskies, even if they do try to eat the occasional horse. They are the breed of dog, I believe, used to represent the dire wolves in the Game of Thrones TV show. How cool is that? George Lucas had one called Indiana when he was young. This dog inspired two of his characters – Indiana Jones, and Chewbacca. Isn’t that even cooler? But they also howl, dig, shed fur, eat furniture, chase things, only listen to you when they feel like it and are remarkably shit at mending starships. Oh, that’s not so cool. I spend hours training mine every day so he will not be a massive pain in the arse. Um…
If you like the look of Magnus, I seriously advise you not to get one of these dogs unless you’ve got the time, energy and strength of will to take one on. If you have they make the best dogs ever. If you don’t they’ll end up in the pound.
As a bonus, lots of very pretty women stop and talk to me while I’m out with him. As I am approaching middle age and am going bald this makes me happy.
Yes, I am training him to pull a sledge. Someone makes an asinine comment about that EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Magnus and Buddy (see Don’t Poke The Tiger!) get on just fine. In fact, they seem to have some weird, interspecies love thing going on. I don’t like to watch.