Oh Akbash dog, we sing your praises; we have seen the unthinkable, the unimaginable, the impossible performed by you. Since you were a puppy, we have observed your antics as you destroyed/altered/renovated our home. You have chewed/relocated/eaten bricks, metal, hammers, garden hoses, huge stones, plants and their decorative pots, the corners of every wall in the house, a whole couch, chairs, refrigerator magnets, and solar lights. Especially solar lights. As a sidenote – stars, the moon, and passing aircraft – seem to count in this category. I have seen you bark, then howl at the moon. Probably out of sheer frustration because you couldn’t get to it and destroy it. You grew an inch a day and so began to jump, then climb. You learned to use the mysterious declaws, positioned halfway up your front legs and thought by us (and why wouldn’t we?) to be some type of aberration. …
