We brought home a puppy a couple weeks ago. A beautiful three month old Siberian Husky, named him Chase (named after a Paw Patrol character of course lol). The first three nights in his new home, he hid under the table, we had to take turns picking him up and carrying him outside every hour or so. He would set those big old puppy paws on the grass and he came to life, running and playing and smiling until it was time to go back in. Then one morning I walk out to see him playing with the kids in the living room and he has been a holy terror ever since.
This dog is a thing of pure evil, he will eat the vacuum cleaner and then put his beautiful head on your lap and give you big blue puppy eyes in a usually successful attempt to melt your heart. I quickly realized that I just brought home another kid.
My cats are pissed, needless to say, my big Siamese will go nose to nose with him and have a stand off, even though she knows the minute she hisses at him he goes running and whimpering away, at this point it is a sadistic game on her part. The little black cat is terrified, he doesn’t know what a dog is (got him at 6 weeks old) he has taken to hiding on top of the toaster, and growling, cat hair toast anyone? I haven’t used that toaster in a while.
So yes, husky’s are gorgeous dogs, but that is because they are pure evil.
Should have named him Ash…(Evil Dead reference if you didn’t catch that😜)
Life or something like it 