Blue Eyed Sweetheart

Mom finally got around to helping me start my diary. I don't blame Mom, Raffles is so needy, he's always wanting Mom for something. My name is Maleka. I'm a Siberan Husky with steel blue eyes. My Dad adopted me about 11 years ago. He said I was really adorable when he got me. A while after that he got me a brother. I don't know what Dad was thinking. It was a CAT! I soon grew to love the little guy. We played all the time. I was quite a bit bigger than him and Dad said it looked like I was always chewing on him, so he named him Chewtoy. People are always aghast at how he got his name. But, we were just playing, I never hurt him.

So we lived in this duplex in Northeast Minneapolis for awhile and then Dad met Mom. I was really jealous when she first came over and when Dad wasn't looking I jumped on her back to show her that this was my guy, not hers. Once I realized Dad was serious about this lady, I went over to meet her two dogs. I was way bigger than them and they were kind of intimidated by my size, but Callie let me know there was going to be no nonsense.

Eventually this lady sold her house and they ALL moved into our house. That was a dark day. The yard was not fenced in so I always had to be in the kennel and the two interlopers got to stay in the house. I didn't get many walks and my kennel was small and had a dirt floor. I got out of my kennel a few times and took my self for walks. Mom didn't like my situation and convinced Dad that I should be spayed to keep me healthy and discourage wandering. I was really mad at them for a long time. Mom kept me in the house after my surgery because of the dirt floor. I had a bedroom all to myself. I kept a grudge for about two months to show them that I was not happy. Then I forgave them.

Mom bought a duplex about five miles away and when Mom and Dad got married we all moved into that one. It has a huge back yard and Dad built a huge garage and a kennel attached to it just for me. My Dad is a carpenter and really handy. He put up a six foot fence enclosing the whole back and side yard. I have the run of the yard and we have locks on the three gates so I'm really safe. I owe my mom a lot. I went from a dirt floor kennel that I was in about 22 hours a day and now I have a gorgeous huge kennel with a cement block floor and a doghouse and bales of hay. I have the run of the yard and can go in the house anytime I want. Mom even hangs lights on my kennel. It's awesome. I don't know where I would be now if Dad hadn't met Mom.

Maleka