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    Alright, it's my girlfriends and mine, but today she went to pick it out, and bought it. I haven't seen it yet not until Saturday ( I'm at my parents ) but i'm way to excited to see it!






    We named him "Apollo"

    Just a little husky!

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    Isn't that cute....you two share a love of huskies. Cool dogs, but they can be big time escape artists. My brother had one named Duncan that was adorable and impossible all at the same time.

    Enjoy that pup 16.
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      Originally posted by UtterBlitz View Post
      Isn't that cute....you two share a love of huskies. Cool dogs, but they can be big time escape artists. My brother had one named Duncan that was adorable and impossible all at the same time.

      Enjoy that pup 16.
      Thanks

      She actually bought it for us, I'm pretty excited! He's a little **** so far though, !

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        Originally posted by RamsFan16 View Post
        Thanks

        She actually bought it for us, I'm pretty excited! He's a little **** so far though, !
        That is serious, getting a dog together. Hope you and your girl enjoy that little trouble making pup.
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        • #5
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          Awesome!

          I want to get a dog when I move into my new place, but apartments won't let you.

          Congrats on the dog! Huskies would die here, so can't have them.

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            Originally posted by Mooselini View Post
            Awesome!

            I want to get a dog when I move into my new place, but apartments won't let you.

            Congrats on the dog! Huskies would die here, so can't have them.
            It stays at her dads with her I haven't seen it in a couple of days though

            My apartment to, does not let me have pets.

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            • #7
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              Originally posted by RamsFan16 View Post

              Just a little husky!
              Not for long!!;) Heh, we got a "little" Labrador puppy last year and he's gotta be pushing 75 - 80 Lbs by now. Enjoy him while he's small and take lots of pix.

              He's going to be a big boy soon.

              WHAT SAY YE?

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              • #8
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                My daughter is getting a husky. She wants to name it Bobby after Talladega Nights.

                I think if she is going to name it after that movie she should call it Baby Jesus.

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