Also, since David and I want to move to Germany/Netherlands later on, I vow to hunt down Mario Götze and give him a kiss on his chubby little cheeks. Maybe cop a feel of his moobs. Whatever feels right in the moment, you know?
(And maybe Toni Garrn.)
“I got both of them from local shelters. When I got her in 2006, the staff told me she was a shepherd husky. I go to the dog park, I’m meeting people with shepherd husky mixes, and they look nothing like her. I get in my car, I’m driving, I look in the rearview mirror, I see these eyes and I’m like, I’ve got a wolf in my car. Then, when she was 10-months old, there was a shepherd breeder and trainer in the dog park, and at the end of the lesson, the trainer came up to me and asked, ‘What kind of dog is that?’ And I’m thinking, Shepherd husky. You should know, you are a breeder. She said, ‘That’s a wolf.’”
(were they already trained? because a wolf’s behavior and a shepherd husky’s behavior are more different than the way they look.)