Well, a few months ago, I decided it was time to fulfill one of my childhood goals. To get a dog I could take care of and who I would train and befriend. I told one of the kids that used to hang out at the old shop and play 360 all day that I was looking for a dog. We talked about pets for a little and then played some gears of war. I forgot about the incident, then about two weeks later the kid is at my work saying that I need to go down to the pound as quickly as possible. It was time to go home anyway and 20 minutes later we were at the pound looking at a dog that was shaky, malnourished, scared, twitchy and who howled instead of barked. Even though her appearance at this point may have turned many to-be dog owners away, not me. I told the pound lady that I wanted the dog right then. It was a Saturday, and the pound keeper was not working. So I decided, to give her a call and talk to her personally. She was not able to release the dog that day but wanted to discuss the responsibilities, and protocols for adopting a pet. I told her I would come in Monday, and we could discuss about it some more. That night I named the dog, Suki. Which is Japanese - Google it.

I passed by the pound on Sunday, there was a car. I stopped, it was the pound keeper.

After going through all the paper work in order to adopt a pet, and after talking to the pound keeper about what needed to be done. I asked her why Suki was in such a bad physical condition, as opposed to all the other dogs. (They didn’t look that bad for a pound.) She told me that they found Suki about 45 miles away on the side of the road dying of dehydration and starvation. The pound keeper told me that they believed that Suki was physically abused and abandoned by its previous owner. Now let me explain something. First of all, I was outraged. How anyone could hurt an animal like this, or any other animal for that matter, is far beyond my comprehension. If I ever meet the person, I swear….. They will have more than my words to deal with. Now, New Mexico is not the coolest of places, climate wise. A husky is fit for a colder environment, so how in the world a husky got to New Mexico is something I ponder about every now and then. It amazes me that she was able to survive in such a hot, dry environment. Either way, I knew I was heading to Denver, so I adopted her. No regrets.

Well, after a few days Suki had her shots, microchip, and a basic vet check. Not, to mention that EVERYONE at the vet knew her. (I went to the vet where the pound had taken her.) I am glad to say that Suki is doing great. All her viewable scars are gone, and she is quite healthy. Here are a few pictures,

Thanks to a few of my friends who have been dog owners for years, especially Megan. Suki can do some basic commands like Sit, Down, Stop, Come, and I have officially potty trained her. Which was WAY easier than I thought it would be. She still goes for the trash though, Grrrrr, we are working on that….