My grandma has always kept huskies until passing away in 07. Since I was a kid, I had respect for them, had to because they weren't so interested in playing with us. They were tolerant of us kids, but never outwardly "excited" to see us... they'd more or less run and hide, or lay under the table at grandma's feet.
The last husky she had before passing, Topaz, came to live with our family in the country. Talk about a loveable dog. Only real problem we had was that while he was in the house we had to keep the cat and my little dog penned up in a separate room so he could lay out... wasn't fair, but had to be done because he'd kill them in a matter of seconds. The bigger dogs he got along with well.
I know that as big and cuddly as he was, he easily knocked over my youngest sister, 5 at the time, on purpose sometimes, to get what she had in her hands or to lick her face... was super aggrivating. Just be careful having
at 9:28 AM on Mar. 27, 2009