avenue flashes

The Max and Ivan show

Column by John Akal
Posted 3/15/21

As human beings, we have come to think of ourselves as the dominant species on the planet and as such, get to feeling like we are in control of everything. Then, along comes a force of nature to …

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avenue flashes

The Max and Ivan show


As human beings, we have come to think of ourselves as the dominant species on the planet and as such, get to feeling like we are in control of everything. Then, along comes a force of nature to remind us that in the grand scheme of the universe, we don’t really control much of anything and all we can do about it is sit back and watch something unfold, hoping for the best.

That’s pretty much what happens every time a major storm hits us, and last weekend most of us found the show going on outside our windows had us repeatedly checking it’s progress. It’s coming, it’s running late, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be, holy cow-they were right, it’s huge! It was like some kind of drama on Netflix.

I guess sometimes entertainment is where you find it. I know after I write this column, I’m going to be entertaining myself by spending most of the day shoveling out of my driveway. Yes, I have a snow blower, but it’s not quite big enough to easily handle two feet of snow. Especially wet spring snow. Right now the drama for me is how far I’m going to get before I end up breaking out the old fashioned shovel.

Of course, by the time you read this column, the temperatures are going to be creeping up and hitting somewhere around 60 degrees by this weekend. If you have lived in Colorado for a while, you know how this show ends. We get these big Spring storms every year and after a week, we’re out in shorts again.

Most of last weekend’s events were either canceled or moved to a different date. I know a lot of the vaccination appointments got bumped to this weekend. So did Dirty Dogs Roadhouse’s monthly motorcycle swap meet and I’m sure plenty of other places are following suit so just check with them to see what’s going on. Everything was effected by this storm, but we had enough warning so most places came up with a contingency plan.

Although these spring storms tend to be a pain in the neck for most of us, I can tell you about two guys who think this is the greatest thing to happen since, well…Since the last big snow storm. Let me tell you about Maxim and Ivan.

Those of you who read this column regularly will probably remember that about a year ago we adopted a 10-month old Siberian Husky named Maxim and shortly thereafter found a three month old Husky that we named Ivan. Mad Max and Ivan the Terrible. Siberian — they needed Russian names.

Well, now those guys are between one and two years old, and have grown up to be pretty big boys, but are still puppies at heart. They are pretty much inseparable, play together constantly and even sleep nose to nose half the time. Now, when I say play, that doesn’t even begin to describe what these two do. If you have ever had any kind of Arctic dogs like Huskies or Malamutes, you know that they play really rough. What’s fun for them is a cross between a hockey game, a medieval jousting match and Mortal Combat. That’s what goes on around here pretty much all day and night. When they were a little smaller it was cute. Now they each weigh about 70 lbs. and if you happen to be standing in the wrong place when they come charging around the corner, you have 140 lbs. of dog slamming into you like the Chicago Blackhawks hitting the boards. If you have had these kinds of dogs, you also know that they have selective hearing and only listen to what they want to hear. Scolding them is kind of a futile effort. Calling them? That pretty much goes in one ear and out the other.

Now throw in two feet of snow and remember that they are Arctic dogs, bred to work in the worst of climates. Once the snow falls, you let them outside and they just won’t come in. They absolutely love this stuff and by now my neighbors are probably sick to death of hearing Max! Ivan! Get in here!…Max, Ivan, come get your food! Max…Max…Ivan…What are you doing out there? You need entertainment this week? Just watch me running around the back yard in my pajamas and boots trying to round up these two maniacs!

John Akal is a well-known jazz artist/drummer and leader of the 20-piece Ultraphonic Jazz Orchestra. He also is president of John Akal Imaging, professional commercial photography and multi-media production. He can be reached at jaimaging@aol.com


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