Bernese mountain dog husky mix

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Bernese mountain dog husky mix

A friend of ours in Maine asked me for a pet. He said he wanted to have a dog and a cat. So I told him I would have to check with my wife and ask her what she thought about having two animals. He said he did not care, as long as they were both friendly. I asked my wife what she thought and she said, “Absolutely! What do you think?” I guess I was a little surprised and a little shocked that my wife could come up with such an answer so quickly and be so nonchalant about it. So I just nodded and went along.

After a week or two of my friend’s dog and cat being in our house, I started to get the feeling that the house was not as safe as it had been before. It seemed as though when the dogs would come in they would grab whatever they could, regardless of whether it was their bed or food, and drag it off to the kitchen. My wife did not care, as she said the cats would get theirs before the dogs. This was not comforting to me. I mentioned the issue to my friend and he said, “You are just imagining this, they are fine.” So I continued to keep my eyes open for the missing items, but I could not find anything, so I dropped it.

The cat’s name was Shadow, but she looked nothing like a Shadow. Her eyes were light blue, with dark rings, and she had black spots on her ears. She weighed in at twenty pounds, which is not much for a cat, and she kept to the kitchen. She was a great cat, when it was time to go, she let herself out the cat door. The dog had a different name, but they were both the same breed. The Bernese Mountain dog is a big, black and white dog, and he was not very friendly to me. He would come into the house and go over to the kitchen, even though my wife asked him to stay, he would not. He would just get into the fridge, so that he could go to the bathroom and defecate inside. He would eat things that were near the refrigerator, but he never came into the kitchen, except to eat.

My wife was not home a lot during the day, as she would go to work and come back after. Once she did come home, she would ask me where Shadow was. I told her that she had gone outside and they had a fight and Shadow ran away. The kitchen was not Shadow’s home, it was the fridge. She also did not care for the dogs, as she did not allow them into the kitchen. They also never did any hunting. The problem was that when my wife was away, I would try to take care of things, but they would get in a hurry, and I would find them outside in the backyard. They would follow me from room to room. I finally tried to give them a collar, but they tried to break it off. If I took them out, they would chase me again. I eventually could not stand it and went out to them, but would then turn around and leave. My wife was not home when this happened. She came home with some dog food for them and fed them a can. The problem was, she fed them out of the can, and if they jumped in there, they would choke on the food.

I had had this experience a number of times, but one time it was when she returned home. She did not ask where Shadow was, and she did not like the dog. I went and got some chicken, to feed Shadow, but she could not watch it when Shadow ate it, so she asked me to feed her. We had finished the chicken, and had just moved on to the ribs, and were still eating, when she came home. I looked up and saw her standing in the doorway. I almost jumped from the chair.

"Where is Shadow?" she asked. "I left him tied outside."

I could not believe that my wife had left Shadow tied outside in the front yard, as he was a wild dog. As I was looking around for him, Shadow came around the corner, looking for me. It was obvious from his behavior that he was not tied to anything. He came to me and looked up into my face, and then at his owner. He did not trust my wife, because he had been mistreated.

He followed me out the door and through the yard, and waited in the woods, while I untied him. I took him to a neighbor's home, where he stayed while I called my wife. I told her what had happened, and she was angry and went back to get Shadow. I said she did not have to do that, but she wanted to take Shadow home to her family. I then told her that she could go ahead and do what she wanted. She had Shadow, and I did not. My heart broke when she was gone. I did not know how to handle it.

When she called from her home, I was in a bind. I was supposed to do my day's work for the company I worked for, and take care of Shadow until she got home. She did not know what to do with him, so I told her what to do with him when she got back. She said she would call me.

I was supposed to call her and tell her that he was staying at my neighbor's house, and she would call me when she got home. This I did. I was not expecting to hear her voice on the phone. She did not call until a day and a half later.

When she called me, she was screaming and yelling. "We don't know what to do with him! This man has hurt us. He has hurt us in so many ways. We are afraid to go outside. We are afraid to go to church. We don't know what to do with him."

I explained to her what I had done, and that I was glad to have done it.

She responded, "But the best thing you can do is find a good place for him to go. He has lost everything but a collar, a chain, and a tag. He is a good dog. What good will you do him if you let him stay with me? I have three children. What good will he do them? And I can't take care of him."

She talked some more, and finally I said, "If you won't take care of him, take him to the pound. I have no use for him."

She hung up the phone and did not call me back until a few hours later.

When she called me, I heard her crying. "Oh, Mom, I can't take care of him. I don't know how. He is like a person. He needs everything. He needs you. He needs God. What can I do? I am so ashamed. I didn't know where else to go. I don't know what I'm going to do with him. I just don't know."

Then she took a deep breath, and said, "I know. I will call my father."

Her father lived an hour away. So, we decided she would take him to his house, call her father, and then take the dog to the pound.

My mother took the dog to his father's house, and we called me to get the rest of the dog story.

My mother told me that, when her father heard that they were taking her dog to the pound, he said, "Just bring the dog to me." She complied

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