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We have a simple test for our readers, the same test Hu-Dad took just yesterday. Look at a few photos and decide if these are the faces of innocence.
Who? Us?
Hu-Dad was busy in another part of the house when he heard what sounded like a wrestling match under way in the den. He walked into the room to see what was up. Obviously, the guilty parties had left the room and only these innocent witnesses remained.
We saw marauding squirrels. Honest.
Hu-Dad asked if the squirrels would return the second he left the room, or if maybe the room would remain quiet. The answer . . .
What could possibly go wrong?
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Forget Frankencouch, just knowing dogs in general makes me amazed that they are lounging on such a pristine couch! Not a scratch that I can see!
Oh, I see plenty of innocence. However, having one female version of Mr. Typhoon, I know better. Silence in most homes is valued, in a husky home it is suspicious…. Very very suspicious. And usually means that the feeble hi-parent has had a judgement laps and there is people food in husky bellies.
No jury in the world would convict.
Uh oh, I’ve seen similar faces, but how can you be mad? I usually try to walk away before I chuckle though!
Those backward pointing ears are a dead giveaway.
I think there’s at least one who looks guilty in the first pic but by the last one they all look guilty!!!
I see total innocence! No problems there!
Um, yeah, sure. They look totally innocent to me…. Of course, I live in a house where I can leave a partially dismembered cooked chicken on the counter while the husband and I eat dinner, completely confident that the rest of the chicken will still be there when we are done because my two lazy beasts would rather try to cadge food off us than actually go to the work of pulling the chicken off the counter. Needless to say, I am can only have dogs that take pity on my feeble human brain.
The sound you hear is the hearty howls of laughter from a certain Herd. We are a little more of the “distract Hu-Dad while one of us swipes the chicken and races for the yard” dogs. We take advantage of his feeble human brain!
I see no problems here. Just two honest Siberians and a Typhoon. I love that pup!!