Kasan's Angel Eyes of Garlan

Pebbles was our first dog together. She started out as a show dog, but was diagnosed with cataracts. She was spayed and became a pet. She came from the same breeders as Nikita. As a matter of fact, she was Nikita's aunt. Her breeder placed her in a home that did not work out and she came back to them. When I started hanging around there as a teenager Pebbles was a young adult. I interacted with all the dogs there for many years in my teenage-hood. When I got married they said I could HAVE Pebbles anytime I was ready. She'd never been my favorite husky there, but I jumped on the chance to own one of these remarkable dogs. She was 5.5 years old when I brought her home. The breeder was training her for obedience trials, albeit half-heartedly, so she came with a wonderful set of manners. She didn't dig holes, she didn't run away when off leash in open areas, she was house broken, and she already knew all the basic commands to be a wonderful pet. She was immediately thrilled to be an only dog. She "allowed" Rich to live in HER house, but was unconvinced that he was an authority figure. It frustrated Rich at first to see her do all these things for me, but stare at him like she had no idea what he was saying when he tried to get her to behave. He eventually rose to a higher place in her eyes and they got along well.

She was the acting "mother" to Peanut and once even "mother" to a duckling. She tolerated the pet bunny when it came, and would even share her pillow with it (only under supervision mind you). She was the perfect alpha dog as our pack grew. With just the right amount of discipline and tolerance. As she aged she lost almost all vision in the eye with the cataract. Occasionally she'd spin around to her blind side and bump something, but it never seemed to affect her much. She also put on a little extra weight in her later years, but still  managed to catch a small animal or two in the dark with only one good eye. In 1998 when Nikita came to live with us, Pebbles did a superb job of helping to raise another wonderful Siberian.

We lost her long before we were ready to say goodbye, and years later the tears still well up in my eyes when I speak of her. We miss your "pretty song", Peb Pebs. May you run free, and be made whole again!

SING, PEBBLES SING!

 
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