So much fur (to ear is human, but to Husky ears divine!), so little time...
There’s so much ear to get to,
Down that furry Mayan Well,
That plummets down
And down
And down
Past the lower depths
Of auricular Husky Hell,
To break through at last,
In the neural pleasure zone,
An endless urge to quell
Both human irritations
And canine itchy spells!
Woo-woo!
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Note: The photo accompanying this pome (sic) belongs to one 'Jon B', found on YOU-TUBE, and is of his Husky. Sorry, I haven't your surname to credit you for it, Jon!
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for pilfering a photo without the canine's consent.
Only encountered a husky once about 1977 at my West Virginia cottage. What I remember about that dog was not his beautiful fur. There was no petting going on, but his piercing blue eyes that seemed to look into my soul to see what kind of a person I was.
But my encounter with a neighbor's malamute was as you describe. She was huge. But if you shaved off all that winter fur she might have been actually skinny underneath. All I remember was putting my arms around her great body and feeling like I had landed on the deepest carpet in the world, so luxurious and soft that I sunk right in. I think she would have been enough alone for a three dog night. ;-)
Ron