Not freaking huskies

To be clear, I never wanted a husky, nor was I ridiculous enough to imagine I have the lifestyle for a sled dog. He was my wife’s dog, who was originally her then teenage daughter’s dog, rescued at one year from the streets of California, and holy shiitake mushrooms Batman he was a TERROR. He was the smartest dog I have ever met by 10, he would have actual spoken word arguments with his “awoooos” and he would usually win. When angry he would purposely (PURPOSELY!) pick the most sentimental obj...