What a peculiar name your original owners gave you. You have all the majesty your 100-pound Siberian Husky self commands, yet you are a love sponge whose bucket is never full, a living stuffed animal.
On the day we met, a dusty sky hung over the Rocky Mountains reminding my husband and I of the overwhelming grief we felt for our first Siberian who’d passed only a week earlier. As we entered the rescue yard, 20 Huskies bounded toward us while you quietly sidled up, sat down next to my feet and leaned into my legs as if to say,“I pick you.”
We put you and your equally sized sister, who you would not leave without, into the back of our little Subaru and made the drive back to our condo in Boulder. (YES, condo!) You looked like a…