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My husband lassos up the runaway troops from the top of the hot springs
Let me start by saying my dogs don’t have the best reputation around town. Adopted “unknown mixes” from a shelter grew up to be “all Husky” runaways.
They have more than a few flaws—they hate water, their fur is a magnet for dirt, I have to force them to eat, and they don’t particularly like people, either.
But by far, their worst trait is that they are excellent escape artists. They have the tendency to run away and never return until I get the call from some vet or humane society asking me to come and pick them up (even though they are micro-chipped, they sure are a pain to find all time).
