Tock was hanging out behind a barrier while I weeded the lawn. A little girl of around five years of age came running up our garden path and asked her mum and me if she could pet the dog. We agreed and before I could move over to the barrier she had squeezed around it and was playing with Tock. I watched in horror as she put her ENTIRE hand in his mouth - right between those teeth that crunch through chicken drumsticks as if they were Daim bars. I froze, and in the time it took me to get over to the dog, the following happened:
Nothing.
Tock held his mouth open while the girl's hand was in there, closing it gently as she withdrew.
The old Tock is back in town. Sometimes I just love Huskies.
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