A dog came into the kennel about three weeks ago. He was part alaskan malamute, and part wolf we are guessing. He was confiscated from his owner for neglect.
He had mats so bad on his hind end it caused a bacterial infection and he was missing a lot of hair. He had a swollen front knee joint, probably a sprain that went untreated. His skin was blotchy and in some spots, cracked and filled with puss. He was afraid of just about everyone.
My best friend who works at the kennel fought like hell and earned his trust. It took a lot of time to even be able to open the dog’s run without him showing his teeth. A week or two later and I felt comfortable going out in the field with him and he accepted me. Just a few days ago I even got a happy dance when he saw me. And whenever either of us left, he would howl and howl and howl. He had such a gorgeous howl, I could honestly have listened to it forever.
Today, however, despite many efforts, Nikita was euthanized. Our boss felt he was too aggressive to be placed. Whether she was right or wrong, he was particularly hard to lose. Every now and then a dog comes through that really touches your soul.
I’m glad that the last three weeks Nikita learned kindness and love, and got to experience a warm, dry place to sleep, and consistent food.
Aly and I will really miss you big boy.
Thank you Aly for the picture of him.