
These eyes don’t look the least bit mischievous. Do they?
With all my energy looking for an escape all of the time, I am known to get myself into, how to say, a little bit of mischief. But only a little. Most of it’s not my fault. I get blamed for SOOO much of Anuk’s stuff. Dad and Mum disagree..
I rarely get a talking to but… Honest.
The relationship of ‘frequency of me are trouble’ and the ‘definition of rare’ should not be reviewed..
I’m can get in trouble for:
Getting into MISCHIEF. I get bored. Fast. Don’t walk me? That’s just fine. I’ll eat your stuff. All of your stuff. Don’t take me to the park? No worries, good bye Basil plants. Mum and Dad even have a name for it. We’ve been TUUQ’D!
I (insert heart emoji) ESCAPING. See I love butterflies. Especially chasing them. Apparently it’s also why I can’t be let off lead. It’s a husky thing. Put me in a yard or anywhere that isn’t fenced with concrete and shear walls; it’s like you’re asking me to explore the world…
Apparently I can be a bit OBNOXIOUS. I enjoy chasing most things that move. I’ll play with a Toilet Roll if I can find one, shadows if I can’t. I’m cursed with a creative mind and a body with no limits. This can mean that I sometimes involve furiends that don’t love being chased. But I understand very quickly if you aint into that. Remember Respect is a big value of mine!