the husband has forbidden me from saying one more word about dogs tonight, so here i am. my muscles are aching after walking three big, bouncy and boisterous dogs, pets that have clearly overwhelmed their previous owners, but who all have a very loving nature. i'm ashamed to say that i rejected the labrador as too pedestrian -- it's the dog everyone and his neighbour has in norway, and i find it nice, but not too interesting. so i'm a breedist. that's good to know.
i've also realised that the dog for me is big, and therefore strong. the great dane i walked, however, proved a bit too big and strong, as it knocked over our little daughter, and even pulled over my own sturdy self as i tried to help her. in addition, this dog didn't have the redeeming feature (to her) of being soft.
that leaves sam, the northern inuit dog. he looks like a wolf, walks like a cat, bounces like a rabbit -- so that's all the pets we wanted in one -- and flees from cars like a sheep. animal bonus! he seems never to have had any training, but if he gets some, i think he'll make a perfect pet.
my husband and his ears would like to extend a warm thank you to everyone who read this!
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