When Mark and I moved back to my Grandpa's House we had no intention of owning a dog. I was trying to go back to school and Mark getting ready to be deployed to Iraq. Not exactly the best situation for a dog.
Then, one day we were leaving my brother-in-laws house around 9 pm and on their front porch, was the first ever Siberian Husky I had ever seen up close. At first, I wasn't really quite sure what it was because we live out in the sticks and have wolves around. We didn't turn the porch light on before we left, so I was lookng at her in the dark. When I did turn the light on I knew exactly what she was.
I instantly fell in love with those icy blue eyes. She was so calm and sweet. She wanted to come right on into the house. We took her to my moms and she layed in my nieces lap in the floor.
We looked for her owner and no one would claim her. We then found a wound on her chest. We took her to the vet and to make a long story short, Dr. Hicks took a 22 hollow point out of her chest.
She will always be special because she was our first and has lead us to owning an entire pack, lol.
Willow is housebroken, she doesn't even whine to go out. She just goes out when she is taken. She doesn't get on the furniture unless you want her too.
Once she was on the couch between Mark and I. She had been outside for a long time. Mark was petting her. He looked at her and said "You stink" and she stood up and turned around to me, making sure her rear stayed in his face.
