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Shaggy

Angry Pet ID: 7008
My hang out: Enumclaw, WA

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My mug shots …

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​Here’s my story …
 

Our town of Enumclaw is—if you have a weirdly long throw—just a stone’s throw away from Crystal Mountain, the upscale ski resort at which my owners have been lifelong members.

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Recently they decided to try ‘skijoring’, which is when a skier is pulled by a motor vehicle, horse, or, in this case, dog.

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Reader, look at my picture. Do I look like the kind of dog that was bred to drag a fully grown human across a snowy expanse?

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‘Come ooooon!’ my owner yelled. ‘Faster! Faaasteeer!’

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So I stopped altogether.

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‘I said faster, not stop!’

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I still didn’t move.

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‘Go! Move! Vamoose! Skedaddle! In fact, ski-daddle’, my owner said, and laughed to himself.

Ugh. Now I’m definitely not moving, I thought.

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‘Goooooooooooooooooooo!’ He screamed.

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Noooooooooooooooooooo, I mentally retorted.

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‘Okay’, said my owner, ‘if you don’t move, then when we get back to the lodge dining hall, I’m not giving you any of my smoked elk sausage.’

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Damn. This was a smart move on my owner’s part. I love that smoked elk sausage. I love it so much, in fact, that I’ve stolen it off my owner’s plate on more than one occasion.

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So I started to run. I pulled my owner all around the resort and you know what? It was fun! I sprinted and skidded and tumbled down those slopes like the happiest of Huskies.

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Then, when we got back the lodge, my owner ordered the smoked elk sausage.

…and didn’t give me any.

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‘Next time, just run when I ask you to’, he said.

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Next time, I thought, I’ll run us both over a ski ramp and into a freezing-cold lake.


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