The day we met Luna
My younger son said he would like to get a husky a few years ago, as we were looking and asking around we discovered Luna advertised in gumtree for sale, I was out of town so my son went on his own to meet Luna, he decided that he wanted her and made arrangements with the person that was selling her.
I received a phone call from my son saying he was not sure about Luna as she was not taken to him, I advised him to give her time to settle in and as I was coming home in a couple of days I suggested just to stick with her and see how she does.
On the day I came home I asked him to bring her to me and see what she does, I found her a bit nervous which would be understanding but she came to me straight away. Through time we also discovered that she was not eating her dinner at night for some reason we tried different dog food but no joy, we also discovered that she was not well and that is why she was a bit
grumpy and not eating her dinner. We discovered she was bleeding out her back end by going to the vet and that she could be intolerant to certain foods, with trial and era we found dog food that would suit her and she started improving but her trust was not there just yet, and it took a few more months before we started seeing her trusting us.
She is still a bit touchy when she wants to be, she is defiantly my sons dog as she listens to him when he is home and she is not happy when he goes away. However, out of that I decided I would like to get a husky myself and that is where Charlie and Dakota come in.
The Day we met Charlie, who we adopted 27/4/13.
We had traveled from Inverness to Fife to get him, and All the way down the road, we had been discussing and wondering what the White Wolf would be like. I suppose we were a bit apprehensive and were wondering what we were getting ourselves into. When we got to the kennel where he was being kept, we were talking with the owner; and it was only good things and praise that was coming back about Charlie, so I think that put us better at ease.
A short while later; the door burst open, and there he was at full stretch on the end of his lead. Charlie greeted us all with a whirlwind flurry of paws and nose, and it wasn’t long before we were almost as white as him. Well at least he was friendly! And hairy! I think we fell for him from that moment. He was just gorgeous. We thought that he was just desperate to get into the office to see us, but it soon became apparent that there was a stronger appeal than a stranger!! Charlie knew where the biscuits were kept, and after several unsuccessful attempts he managed to get the nose into the bag, and there was no way he was coming out without one this time.
I suppose that has summed up Charlie, and really everything that he has given us from that moment is a mixture of cheekiness and cunning. Charlie is quite a large dog, so reaching up to a counter top to steal a couple of sausages, or a chocolate pudding is really nothing to him. You would think we would learn after the first altercation; but “I thought he was sleeping”, or “I only turned my back on him for a second”, just don’t really seem like adequate excuses now. I think if you have had a Husky, you will know what I mean!
After a gate, it seemed reasonable to try a cage to contain the Wolf. We got the XXL cage for him, didn’t really want to cramp his style. The cage was set up in the living room and Charlie was shut in. “That will keep him”, as we tied the door catches shut. He was left howling, as we went to bed and we can only suppose he wasn’t happy; but we were confident in the knowledge that he was secure. “He will settle in a while”. I got up early that morning to let him out, but I was really surprised when a very happy white flash bounded toward the door. He had broken out of the cage! not via the doors, they were still firmly tied shut. He had managed to dislodge the side clips that hold these collapsible cages together, and he climbed out through the sprung wall. On that occasion we lost a sheepskin rug, two teddy bears, several packets of sweets, and I really didn’t think that you could eat pauperize. A few tie wraps have now solved that problem, but unfortunately the cage is no longer a quick collapsible unit. I could go on and on with the bad things that Charlie has done, seat-belts, plants, trees, washing line socks etc, but there is more to Charlie than that.
He really is a very friendly dog and He loves to be with people. In fact he only really gets destructive when he is left on his own. He has been with us for over a year now, and I feel he is settling and getting into a routine. He sleeps in his bed in the bedroom, and then he goes into the cage when I go to work. That is where he gets his breakfast, (and Charlie likes his food), he has come to accept that now, and he even goes into the cage at other times for a snooze, he is treating it as his space
now. We use the cage when we go shopping etc. He settles quickly now and only cries when he hears us coming back. He is a lovely dog, and we wouldn’t like to be without him now. He has been good for us as well, just taking him for a walk and getting out with him has given us new interests.
There is still some way to go with Charlie, but with him being only three he is still trainable and learning. He does seem to listen, (when he wants). He loves his walks and he lets you know when it’s time, but if it’s raining he really doesn’t mind giving it a miss. As long as he gets a walk of some description he seems to be contented, and we do try to give him a good long walk two or three times a week. I must say though out with his mischief, Charlie really is a lazy so and so. I originally had visions of Huskies being on the go 24/7. I suppose it’s just a case of getting the exercise balance correct for Charlie to minimize the mischief. He is here to stay now, and we are just trying to second guess his next act of mischief? Let’s wait and see if we get it correct? The White Wolf Charlie, our beautiful boy.
How we met and adopted Dakota.
It wasn’t that long after we got Charlie that we received a call from the welfare officer of the husky rescue asking if we could take a foster in as the owner of the husky had to give him up for adoption as they could not give him the attention that he needed. We were asked if we could meet up half way from Dakota’s owners to pick him up, which was a small town in the moray region called Forres. We met up in the super store car park in that area, I took one look at him and fell in love with him, but I had to remember that I was fostering Dakota.
I discovered that he was not well by the end of the night and in the morning I could see that he was not very well at all, he had his head leaning over to one side and he was yelping with pain, I took him to the vet straight away and we discovered he had an ear infection, the vet prescribed antibiotic drops and pain killers and advised us to come back in three days for a check up. However, we also discovered a few other things wrong with him through the time he has been with us.
During that time Dakota was melting our hearts. After a while we decided that we would like to adopt him, so I contacted the welfare officer and let her know the good news. I was a failed foster. We have not been disappointed in any way with our decision.
Unfortunately I am not allowed to have any more huskies in my home as we do not have enough space now. However, I decided that I would still like to help these lovely dogs and with some thorough research I decided I would like to start my own rescue. I know there will be hard work and a lot of legal jargon to get through. However, I’m not fazed in anyway I went forward with my project and don’t intend to look back.