It was 15 years ago on Thanksgiving that Alice and I took our son Zachary to Karriad Kennels in Plymouth to pick out a Siberian husky pup from a litter that had been born in early October. I knew nothing about the breed, but Zach was determined that he wanted a sled dog to pull him on his snowboard, and Alice and I were eager to help him get over the loss of our beloved Bernese mountain dog, Buckminster.

I remember holding that little ball of fur and and breathing in that unmistakable aroma of puppy, and it was love at first whiff.

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jcarter

Lovely tribute and insightful commentary.

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