This past Thursday we went to the local animal shelter/rescue and adopted a dog. His name is Loki, though I sort of think it's actually LowKey. He's incredibly polite and considerate, he's clearly smart, and he's one of the friendliest dogs I've ever met.
He was the biggest dog in the shelter, which is kind of funny because I'm scared of big dogs. Except when they brought him out to meet us, he was just this giant, fluffy marshmallow that just wanted to be loved on and I was not scared of him. All the fuzz all over the place in the pics is from him, it appears that we're doomed to be showered with Husky fluff for the foreseeable future. We've already got a regular appointment set up with our groomer for every three weeks and we'll be brushing him here at home two or three times a week.
He was the biggest dog in the shelter, which is kind of funny because I'm scared of big dogs. Except when they brought him out to meet us, he was just this giant, fluffy marshmallow that just wanted to be loved on and I was not scared of him. All the fuzz all over the place in the pics is from him, it appears that we're doomed to be showered with Husky fluff for the foreseeable future. We've already got a regular appointment set up with our groomer for every three weeks and we'll be brushing him here at home two or three times a week.
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