AtoZ of Animals I have met: D is for Dnitra #AtoZ Blogging Challenge#

 

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful Siberian Husky looking for a new home. Actually, there were seven beautiful Siberian Husky puppies looking for a new home. Their mommy’s humans were looking, more precisely, although their release to their new humans was still several weeks away. This is the abbreviated story of a little silver, short-haired female whose future name would be Dnitra and who stole my heart the moment she tumbled over to me , climbed into my lap and fell asleep.

The day after Dnitra became part of my family, I moved to Utah. It had never occurred to me that it would be the most ideal place for a Siberian Husky to live, but when winter came, my four-month-old puppy came to life. I woke up one morning to her yipping (Siberian Huskies don’t actually bark, they yip or howl, especially at the full moon.

I bought a toboggan and a harness. She was so proud of that harness and her ability to pull the toboggan. In fact she was furious a couple of years later when I hitched one of her pups to the toboggan with her (Dnitra’s) harness. I never made that mistake again.

One time Ms. Dnitra got picked up by the dog catchers and we had to go pick her up at the pound (did I mention that she was a master escape artist who could out-escape Houdini?). While there, a mother cat and her tiny kittens was brought in. We offered to adopt the kittens, but they said we couldn’t take them home that day.

They called us a few days later and Ellen and I went to pick them up. They were so small and we nursed them, until Dnitra offered to do the job for us. We went into the living room one afternoon and Dnitra had pulled the kittens out of their box and was laying on the couch with the four kittens busily drinking the milk that Dnitra had somehow managed to produce (Don’t ask me; I have absolutely no idea.)

 Our big white cat, Snowman, was lying on the back of the couch. The photo I took needed no caption, but I put one anyway: Snowman: “They’re not mine.” Dnitra: “They’re mine, they’re MINE!”

I could write an entire book on Dnitra and her antics, but I’ll have to be satisfied with this last example of her escapes, warm heart (like adopting four motherless kittens) and her hilarity. When she escaped, which was pretty often and done with a BIG GRIN, there were only two ways to catch her, because she could run like the wind and did so happily and often.

The first way to catch her was pretty forthright: my new roommate Jill had to drive down the street with the back door open. As soon as Dnitra saw that, she would take a flying leap and land on the back seat of the car. That was the one I preferred. You’ll see why.

The other way was embarrassing and anyone who knew could tell you that I was shy. But I had to use (at times) my wits. I would walk to the end of the street, lie down on the grass and pretend to cry very loudly. Dnitra would run up to me and then cautiously crawl close to me.

When she was close to me, she’d lick my face and the wrestling match would ensue. I’m pretty sure she enjoyed too much until I put on the leash and we’d walk home. She was such a character.

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did. I loved that girl and she was so funny. Thanks for letting me share her with you for this short time. The Siberian in the photo above looks a lot like her, except she had warm brown eyes instead of the cool blue.

 

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