February [Stories] 17

Honestly I’m not sure if I have mentioned it really, but I’m a proud Siberian Husky Owner. I had always wanted the majestic looking animal, ever since I saw them for the first time.

One day I was minding my own business, when I got a call from my parents. When I answered my mom pointed out that there was a litter of Husky pups in the local bargain bulletin. I drove over and took a look at the ad. I was excited. I didn’t often follow up on breeders for huskies, but this one was put right under my nose. I called immediately, asking about availability. I was the first one to call, so they said I was welcome to come look and get first pick.

Before I knew it I was back in the car, on my way to go get a glance at what would one day be my first dog.

When I arrived I was greeted by all those little pups. They were a bit older than standard age, about 12+ weeks. The breeder said these little ones weren’t supposed to happen, they were born in the dead of winter, and they generally aim for spring. So they were selling them at a fair price that I could afford, fully documented.

I was really excited. I was surprised that most of them were silver-tipped, and only one was colored in the standard husky way.

I did the whole, “lets see which one seems to like me” thing. Turns out, if I followed that, I’d have not gotten a dog that day. It was very cold, and these pups just wanted to cuddle amongst themselves. So I did what any sane person would do at that point. I walked up to them, and grabbed the one who didn’t fit in.

She looked at me, and I knew I had to pick her. I told the breeder which one I wanted, and she said she would hold her for a couple days while I went and got the money, and some dog supplies. She told me had the pup had blue eyes, she probably wouldn’t be selling her. But since she had brown, I was welcomed to her.

I went back a couple days later with everything I needed. I was getting my first dog. Not just any dog though, my husky. She was not excited to leave, which was fine, but before she knew it, Kita was on her way ‘home.’

and the rest is history.

Kita is now a spunky 7 year old. Still loves to play and run to her hearts content. Her pack has grown, but she’s still top dog in my book.

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