Reposting today in honor of the 12 Samoyed puppies rescued by the Wisconsin Humane Society and my husband who, I know, is in secret negotiations with somebody to bring us a third dog.
It can be years, many years, a decade or more, and a person can still miss her dog.
My dog, Jak, my big, beautiful, thick, smiling Jak. Jak, the dog who circled his own wagons, curled up in the snow, and fell calmly asleep until the people in the house realized the next morning that he had been left outside in deep winter the entire night. He stood up and shook off the snow, wagged his tail and came to the door.
Nothing about him held resentment or memory. He was a smiling Samoyed. He just lived and smiled and sauntered along as if he was the finest creature on the planet. He believed it to be true. It never occurred to him otherwise.
I loved Jak because of his massive white fur, his black eyes and nose, and the true curl of his lips into a smile nearly all of…
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