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My Dog is a Murderer
It was as if this week could not have gotten more stressful.
My wonderful eight-month-old puppy, a Husky/Malamute mix, decided to become a murderer.
First, before I go on, I would never willingly get a Husky. They are beautiful and fun, but I worked with them in Argentina and know how difficult they are.
I have never even seen a Malamut; all I know is they are big and fluffy, which Baki is, and growing bigger daily.
They need to run a lot and require a lot of space, and they can act like wolves. Yes, they are natural killers, and he chews on everything; a 2X4 is nothing to him, and he carries them around like little sticks.
How did he become mine?
Someone at the school purchased the dog and left him, and I assumed responsibility, so now he is mine. Plus, I fell madly in love with his personality, even though he sometimes looks insane.
He is a good dog.
At this point, he was relatively well-trained. He stays in the yard and occasionally runs to the river alone but always returns. He loves to chase the cows and the birds; sometimes, he catches a mouse and eats it.
Never has he been aggressive toward a dog, human, or animal. Unless chasing the cows is…
