Chapter 1: Allow Me to Introduce Myself

Hi, I'm Kai! I am a Red Siberian Husky--at least, I think I am. Allow me to explain. My dad, Justin, (aka the guy who makes me wear a leash, which  keeps me from sniffing whatever the hell I want) rescued me in May of 2017. I was at a shelter in Northern California, and they believe I was a 1-1.5 year old Red Siberian Husky. I ended up at the shelter after my previous owners had relinquished me (yea you read that right). 

I had escaped from the backyard of my old home since they kept me chained up outside all the time. After I escaped, I was found and brought to the shelter, where they contacted my previous owners to be picked up. They did not want me though, and chose to pay $30 to get rid of me instead of understanding that huskies are high energy and need proper attention to stimulate our minds. Little did I know that their lack of responsibility would lead to the best new chapter of life. 

In fact, Justin rescuing me was pretty serendipitous considering he was in the process of moving to Oregon from Southern California. He saw me on Petfinder and looked up my location--a whopping hour and fifteen minutes SOUTH of him when he needed to drive another 10 hours NORTH to his new home. This didn't deter him though. He called the shelter and asked if I was still available, which I was. However, I hadn't been neutered yet and the shelter couldn't release me after the surgery. Justin asked when I would be available, but since my appointment hadn't been made yet, the shelter folks were unsure.

Fast forward to the next day: the shelter called Justin back to let him know that my appointment had been scheduled for the upcoming Thursday which would make me available, at the earliest, Friday morning. This also happened to be the same day he was supposed to leave for Oregon. Coincidence, or meant to be? I think the latter! So, early Friday morning, he got in his car and drove over an hour south just to meet me. 

Do you see that picture to the right? That was me when I first met Justin. See how my coat looks so different than my luscious red and brown coat above? The veterinarians believe that I was in a heavy smoking home which led to the discoloration of my coat, and perhaps even some anxiety that may also have contributed to me escaping. Anyways, that morning when the shelter finally let me out of my cage, Justin wasn't aware that in the morning I have one mission. Pee on my competitions scent, and more importantly,  POOP. Until then, don't even talk to me. He thought I had no interest in meeting him, but in all reality I was just a little preoccupied.

Meeting Dad (1 of 5)

Justin was discouraged at first, but patiently waited for me to finish my business. Plus, I was nervous. Who was this random guy coming here to play, and can I trust him? My old home never came to get me. Yet Justin held out some treats (hot dogs from the shelter) and then coaxed me to come say hi and play. I still don't know how he knew that I love hot dogs, but let me tell you, it didn't take me long to warm up to him and show him that I would love to be his fur-baby. I could tell he would love me.

Thanks for reading! Check in soon for Chapter 2!

Learning Dad is nice (2 of 5)

Hoping I can trust him (3 of 5)

Deciding that I can (4 of 5)

Excited for my new life (5 of 5)