A Walk

His name is Yukon K'Jun and he's seven months old, 75 lbs, and still
growing. And he's big man on campus already.  One day while I was being
walked by my psychotic puppy, he proved once again that malamutes, no matter
how pacific though they maybe are they class of the canine world.  we
stoppped at the our usual gated play area ( the only place where it's safe
take allow him off his lead) and he began his nomal routine of sprinitng to
nowhere in particular, when some large breed stray mutt decide to encroach
on K'Jun's territory.  I used to worry about him, there are a lot of big
dogs in our neighborhood.  Anyway, this dog came running up to him and after
the usual preliminaries issued a challenge.  That was the first time I saw
the hair on K'Jun's back standup, and although he still hasn't finished
teething, it was a swift lesson. Unless you own a mal, you can understand
the speed with which this occured.  Long story short, large breed stray
retreated tail between legs on a dead sprint.  Afterwhich, my pup returned
to my side and gave me a look that said, "What?!, this is my park and he
didn't ask my permission."  Then, after a stern "bad dog" and a light whack
across his rump. That's when he looked at me and as only a malamute can told
me, "I'm only six months only".