This Husky youngster portrayed an irresistable picture to his audience as he quizically cocked his adorable puppy head from side to side in response to the voices he heard. Oh look at what a beautiful face he has, Shelley approved, noting the small high set triangular ears, the friendly, smiling almond-shaped obliquely set eyes, the well shaped skull and the ultra dark pigment.
I can't wait to see how he moves, she added. Quick, please hand me the leash and we'll take him outside. Hurriedly Shelley and her friend walked the little canine traveller outside to a grassy area. His pedigree was just what I needed to complement my breeding program she explained to her friend after she performed a few down-and-backs. And he's almost the same age as the puppy I'm keeping from my last litter so he'll have a buddy to play with. Let's go home.
In a weeks time a bond had already formed betweeen Shelley and the new arrival. To hasten this process, Shelley would ocasionally crate the rest of her Siberian pack to devote all her attention to her little pride and joy. Evenings were the best time for this as the little one would lie cuddled up on the couch next to her as she would read and absently stroke the little white blaze between his eyes.
On one such ocassion, the jangling of the telephone interruppted their cozy little scene. She smiled as she lifted a sleepy angelic fuzzy face from her knee and tiptoed to the next room. Hello?, Shelley answered and recognized her friend's voice on the other end calling to confirm their dinner plans. Come on over as soon as you feed your guys, Shelley invited. I've prepared a small roast for us and I'll mash the potatoes as soon as you get here. Shelley hung up, entered the kitchen and removed their entree from the oven. Immediately the phone rang again.
Shelley hastily deposited their succulent meal onto the counter, crossed the living room where her puppy remained a downy ball on the couch and ran into the next room by the third ring. Shelley was glad that she got to the phone in time. It was the nice couple that bought the last puppy from her litter updating her on the progress of the new member of their family.
Shelley chatted happily to them for about 15 minutes answering any questions and concerns that they might have. No, no it's not cruel to crate your puppy she assured them. Before your puppy left here, he was sleeping through the night in a crate just fine. It becomes their little den. They go to it on their own too. And besides it's truly the best place to leave him to make sure your puppy is safe and won't get into trouble when you have to leave him unattended for a while.
The import of what she just said hit Shelley like a lead balloon. Uh, do you mind if I call you back in a little while, she politely asked the nice young couple on the other end of the line. There's something I forgot to do.She was afraid that they could hear her heart pounding and see her red face over the phone. She speedily promised them they could call her anytime and blushed when they thanked her for her sage advice. Slamming the receiver back in its place Shelley bolted out of the room and across the house. She stopped in her tracks at the entrance of the living room. No puppy in sight.
With a growing horror, Shelley peeked around to the kitchen dreading what she knew she would see. Lying on his back like a dead cockroach with 4 paws in the air, snoozed one contented roly-poly Siberian, his angelic, fuzzy face nestled in the empty roast pan.