It started the night we brought him home, Denali’s love affair with Kim.

His first night in our apartment, Denali chose right away what side of the bedroom he would be sleeping on. It wasn’t next to me, the guy who picked him up and spent hours in the car with him on the way back to Fort Wayne. He still sleeps on Kim’s side of the bed.

Wherever Kim goes, Denali follows. He follows her into the bathroom when she’s, um, using the facilities. It doesn’t seem to bother him. When our electronic outer door beeps, signaling that someone is coming in, he immediately thinks it’s Kim, and he makes a beeline for the door. He greets her with the loudest of “woo-woos’ when I barely get a squeak. If Kim gets up to get a drink, he does to get a drink as well. If Kim goes in the office to use her computer, Denali is right there to bark at the printer. In fact, if Kim were to jump off a building, Denali would be there to soften the blow.

Mark gets up to get something ... nothing. Not a sound. Not a twitch. He’s auditioning for the role of World’s Laziest Dog.

I keep telling myself that the research is correct, that Huskies tend to gravitate toward women. This is certainly true in our household, as Denali often looks at me like he would rather be watching grass grow than obey a command of come!

What’s that? Oh, it’s Kim at the door. Bye-bye, Denali. It was nice hanging out with you.