On Sunday, we received a call from our neighbors who have three HUGE German Shepherd dogs. They’d corralled a very friendly huge Husky dog with a very friendly attitude reminiscent of our old white lab. Neighbors said the Husky had been seen in a town north of us and across the river at the grocery store and now was in our neighborhood on our side of the river.
So we walked over and with their collar and leash, walked home with a huge Husky dog who just walked along with us like she belonged. We didn’t hear a peep out of her, and she liked our cat who eventually warmed up to her enough to walk by the unnamed sleeping dog.
Scott took the dog to work as he had with Pooka and for two days walked more than he has in a month because his new companion — a Siberian Husky — is born to run.
Husky’s don’t bark. They are friendly to humans and animals. They are gentle and happy. And they are born to run. The Husky website says,
“He should be taken running, hiking, and/or biking every day, always on-leash, for he is independent and born to run. If something catches his interest and he is off-leash, he’ll be gone.” YourPurebredPuppy.com/SiberianHusky
So we always kept our new friend on a leash when outside.
Today, Scott took the dog to the vet, hoping that a computer chip had not been inserted into this sweet dog we’d fallen in love with, but we knew that someone and some kids and some family was missing their best friend.
So, the story is amazing. The vet found the chip, contacted the company, and provided Scott’s information so the owner could call us. A young woman called, very happy, and said that her dad was in Omak and would be able to drive the 45 miles to our house to pick up his dog. The owner actually lived in a town SEVENTY miles from us in a rural wooded area, a cooler area which our new dog friend would love.
So, within the hour, I answered the knock at the door, and an elder– a small Native American man in braids and a felt black cowboy hat, said gently, “Hello. I’m Dayton–” and I said, “The storyteller!” He smiled and nodded.
I’d known Dayton for years as a local and national story-teller, a gentle man with an uncanny ability to hook your imagination into the stories of his grandparents and family.
So Tay-sha gladly left with her master, who says we can come visit any time, and that he’d “listen to her story tonight.” Tay-sha means, of course, “friend.”
Photo by Sheri