Endurance · Fidelity · Intelligence


I found this post from when my first book came out. I’ve changed it a bit but it holds true to this day.

Each day I grow as an owner and a person. I owe this to these amazing dogs called “Siberian Huskies.” They are not like any dog I have ever known and I almost hate to call them “Dogs” because they are so much more than dogs.

They transcend the normal definition of “Dog.” They do things that other dogs cannot. They think like no other dogs I know of. They are not static, or can be defined, because each one is his or her own being. They can blend into anyone’s life style be it working or pet.

They can, and do change on a daily basis. You cannot stereotype a husky because as soon as you do they will do something to blow that idea out of the water. Not only are they amazingly beautiful, they are amazingly smart. They learn and grow until they once again cross the Rainbow bridge.

The legacy they leave us with when they pass will never be forgotten. Their mission is to make us better at understanding life, and how to appreciate it in all its diversity. If you are connected to them you will never be the same after spending part of your life with a husky.

I would love to write another book about them…about what I’ve felt and learned. How I’ve grown into a better person because of them. There is so much in my head that I don’t even know where I would start. How can I put into words what I feel?

Maybe someday I will (done) but until then I’ll leave you with this thought. Do not look at that husky as a dog. True they are a dog by most standards but that cuts them short. They are not your baby either, they are huskies.

They are unique individuals, they are not human, and they are not really traditional dogs either. They are some kind of being stuck between two worlds. Old souls that have seen it all before. They’ve seen us at our worst but they forgive and teach us to be better. This is a mission I would not want given to me, but they seem ever hopeful that we will learn no matter how much time it takes.

Don’t look at your husky as a dog. Look at them as an alien you want to understand. Learn their ways and your life will be better for it. I study my huskies in every way, I want to know everything about them but I never will. It’s all part of my journey with them. The journey is more important than the destination. 

Everyone has a different journey with their Siberians. Some things are common but the trails you take together are yours alone…sacred and only you and your dog(s) lived it together.

I’m sure this sounds a bit crazy to you. Maybe it is, but as you travel down the trail of life with a husky, you will find that they have more to offer… if you only are willing to ask. Not really ask but lead, for a husky remains subservient no matter how much stronger and wiser they are. They let us learn, they teach without words but actions. They point their snouts to the great unknown and jump with joy.

There is no fear, only the excitement of a new adventure ahead. Always confident that they will endure no matter what the odds are. That is the essence of these dogs.

There are many levels of husky ownership. Some are happy where they are with their dogs and that is fine. Some of us delve deeper into the spirit of these dogs and find another level of connection with them.

The trail is yours to choose. No matter what that trail is you pick…your husky will lead you, and be with you to the end. No greater friend in life will you ever find.

Not the kind of friend that will go along with anything you suggest, but the kind of friend who will push you to be much more than you ever thought possible. A life coach if you will.

I know of no greater mentor on how to get the most out of your life than what comes out of a Siberian.

It’s summed up best by the plague on Balto’s statue. The spirit still exist today in every Siberian I have ever met. The same spirit that saved the town Of Nome Alaska in 1925.

Dedicated to the indomitable spirit of the sled dogs that relayed antitoxin six hundred miles over rough ice, across treacherous waters, through Arctic blizzards from Nenana to the relief of stricken Nome in the Winter of 1925.

Endurance · Fidelity · Intelligence 

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