
07/08/2025
My husky’s loud, he loves to yell,
He sings the blues like Adele.
He digs, he runs, he steals my shoe—
Then gaslights me like, “Wasn’t me, boo.”
He wants the cold, not summer heat,
Refuses walks on normal streets.
He needs a job, a sled, a plan—
But settles for chaos and chasing a fan.