Juneau entered our lives seven years ago to the day. Upon his adoption, we had no idea of the tremendous impact he would have on our lives.
We went to the Dumb Friends League one day to look at dogs. My (now) husband had always wanted a husky, and so our search began. We saw Juneau and read that he was a “special-needs dog.” Well, I’m a sucker for the dogs that need an extra spoonful of lovin’, and so we had to meet Juneau. His special need was that he had a fresh wound (now scar) on his face from another dog. He really just didn’t want you to touch his face, but was game for a belly rub.
We left that day empty-handed. We wanted to discuss if this was the right move, as we had only been dating for three months and didn’t know whether we could support a new family member. A week later, we went back to the League. There was Juneau, still waiting for his forever home. We brought him back with us that day.
To say that Juneau is just another dog would be a great injustice to his character. He has grown with us as a member of the family. Most of our decisions revolve around him. One in particular has been moving to Alaska, where it would be colder year-round and where he could protect and explore five acres of homeland and be closer to open water sources for wading and swimming. It also felt like an omen to us that he was named Juneau by the League and that we had chosen to keep it because it’s a rockin’ name and your staff worked with him during his time in need.
Seven years has gone quickly. We have cherished the last 2,555 days with him, and we look forward to another 2,555+ days with him as we continue our Last Frontier adventure.
Delta Junction, Alaska