a real Husky

I live in a house with a lot of things,
Some quiet, some making noise.
There’s stuff that rumbles and stuff that pings:
Mysterious human toys.
The backyard is small but I can’t complain:
There’s grass with a bug or two.
The bugs don’t mind if I want to play,
Don’t push me away if I do.
And once in a while at the puppy school
They teach me how not to pull.

They say:
It’s not on to run on carpets.
It’s not on to pull on leads.
Food that comes from supermarkets
Is what every Husky needs.
Dogs should be a little meaner:
It’s their natural demeanor.
Guard the house and fetch the house key
If you are a real Husky.

I lie in the shade when the days are hot.
Some love it but I disagree.
I get so bored it’s ridiculous not
To go on a pulling spree.
And once in a while all I want to know
Is where I can find some snow.

Because:
It’s no fun to run on carpets.
It’s no fun to pull on leads.
Food that comes from supermarkets
Isn’t what a Husky needs.
Spaces with no streets and hedges,
Endless snowy plains and sledges:
That’s what makes us feel like legends.
Guard the house and fetch the house key?
Not an option for a Husky.