Dakota's Arctic Rush, WD
July 2004, in a most impulsive moment, my (then) boyfriend and I walked into a pet store in Arizona....and walked out with a bat eared, blue eyed, black and white, scared Siberian Husky puppy. He curled up on the floor board of my car for the short ride home, and curled up into our hearts from the moment he came home. Though we had no idea what it was we were getting into, we couldn't have asked for a more perfect introduction to the breed.
He made the move from Phoenix AZ to the Spokane WA area in late 2004 and quickly acclimated to his new environment.
He was with us through many milestones, new jobs, new house, marriage. He was the first of our Siberians to earn a performance title. Though he wasn't cut out to be a sled dog, though he had the heart and the drive, he excelled at weight pull. Despite not having the most ethical breeding background or dazzling pedigree he didn't let that or his critics slow him down.
It wasn't easy saying goodbye to you, though we're glad to have been there for you in those last hours. I already miss hearing your soft woos coming from downstairs in the morning and your sass in the dog yard as you kept everyone else in check. Our house is a little quieter without you here and the hole in our hearts is a lot bigger. Thank you for being the one to start it all.
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Growing up in Montana my love of the Siberian Husky started at a young age. It has been quite a journey so far. There has been much to learn and still a lot more yet to learn! I truly believe that we are never too old, too experienced, or too full of ourselves to learn something new. I also believe that knowledge is useless unless we are willing to share it with others.