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Anonymous
Oh man. Once, there was a guy who lived down the road who owned a husky. On day, it got out and came to our house. OH. MY. GOD. That was our first ever experience with a husky. He jumped over our front fence (almost as tall as a person) and got into our backyard. We just opened the door to see what the noise was, and he ran into our house and completely TORE. SHIT. UP. My dog went insane. She had a great time for a while. Shes a big, bulky, hyper thing, so they handled each other pretty well. We managed to get them outside, 'cause if my dog was in and the husky was out, they went mad and barked heaps at the doors, 'cause they wanted to play, so we just let them at it. My dog didn't like him anymore then. I think he was a bit of a misogynist. He kept getting his paws really muddy then dug through her water bowl, and kept doing it when we tried to refill. My poor dog, she looked so crushed XD So after giving up on than, we figured our dog could just drink out of the bucket near the hose if she got thirsty... then the husky muddied that up. All that was left was the frog pond, with live frogs and tabpoles living it in, covered in plants, with dirt on the bottom and everything. Uuuuuugggghhhhhh. Of course, during all this, mum was running down the streets madly screaming 'WHO OWNS THE HUSKY?!' as if she'd just witnessed a bloody murder. Every time I went outside to try and stop them from fighting, the husky jumped on me and lathered me in affection. That REALLY pissed my dog off (I was only like 12 at the time. .I. was the puppy of the family I belonged to HER). THANK FUCKING GOD my mum had gotten back with the owner by then. So the husky got home, we fixed everything up, and had somehow managed to prevent them from fighting through the whole ordeal.
Then a few days later, it happened again.
And again.
And again.
...Then he moved.
NEVER AGAIN. HUSKYS ARE THE SPAWN OF SATAN. Oh god, and I though MY dog was energetic.
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