My darling Atticus. You are amazing. After Hank passed in September 2018, it was just the girls: Kytana and Magdalene. Hank was the first dog, we had together, that passed and grift is a powerful emotion. We traveled with the girls, not planning on adopting or buying a puppy. Summer of 2019 rolled around, and we decided to start looking for a potential friend for the girls. Kytana was beside herself. Her and Magdalene were polar opposites so maybe a neutral party. We started with Craigslist again. Nothing. Nothing that seemed legal or safe. We then talked about a puppy… maybe it wouldn’t be as terrifying as we remembered. We then reached out to Maxi. The Husky Ranch, where Kytana was from and where we fell in love with huskies all those years ago. She had a few older girls, but we were hoping for a boy. One of her girls had given birth to three boys, a red, black and white and a solid white. They were available. We settled on the white one, placed our deposit and waited 6 long weeks. Maxi was amazing- she sent videos and photos of him constantly. Then the day came to pick him up. We took the girls and drove the three hours. Maxi, then, handed us a freshly groomed 10 week old fluff ball. He was chunky and fluffy in the best way! We kind of knew what to expect with a husky puppy but he was different. Sure, he liked to (still does) terrorize Magdalene but with Kytana he was calm. He figured out potty training in a few short days and only had an accident or two. He wanted to leash walk relatively quickly. He’s a quick study and learns fast. Watching him grow up from the 15 pounds, 10-week-old fluff ball has been an incredible journey. He, too, struggled when Kytana passed. She left a mark on all of us. He has an old soul, he loves the ocean, hiking and savoring all the little things that make life so grand. I’ve noticed he enjoys jazz music, and he always looks forward to PBS Kids tv channel. He’s not much of a fancy foodie but he lives for Saturday Pancakes with maple syrup. He is always ready for an adventure and will be the first at the door if the word “go” is mentioned. Not a fan of snuggling but will be happy with all 80 pounds to jump up and give you smooches.
Our Fabled Nest 