He's different. And by different I mean that he's not a pure Siberian husky like the rest of us. He's half Akita half Sibe. So I think that means he's half as good as I am.
When I'm mean to him the human will throw me in my crate. Yikes! She caught me typing this, so I better head to the box.
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This is Large O again... I want Lex to come live with me. I would take him to work with me and feed him alllll day. Then when we got home in the evenings, I would feed him a little more while I shaved his fat little belly and rubbed baby oil all over it so that it would snap real loud when I slapped it like crazy.... Good God, I'm a sick one.
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