When I tell folks she chose us, I usually get a very perplexed how? January 2018, I am just getting home and have Katana and Hank out for walk. This beautiful creature bebops over to us and plops. I’m like ohmylanta – it’s a wooly booger husky!! I walk to our gate and ask if she wants to join us… as if on cue, she understands, and she walks with my two. You can imagine how the phone call goes with the hubs…. he jokes and asks where’d I adopt her from. After much convincing, he finally believes me. We are on the same page at this point; we are not planning on another dog. I like the dynamic between Katana and Hank. After a bit of investigating of where she came from, we learn a volunteer fire fighter gave her to one of the neighbors a road over. Cool, let’s call them and get her home. Needless to say, they showed up at midnight to take her home. They were more concerned about the whereabouts of a massive shock collar than her safety. We both didn’t feel right letting them take her, but it is technically their dog. Fast forward two weeks later, we just had fun in a snowstorm (big deal, if you’re from the Carolinas!) and we still were a bit worried about the dog. Again, after work, I am prepping dinner, I have the main door open but had the screen closed. I hear a banging or rapping noise. Obviously, thinking someone is at the door but not seeing anyone is a bit weird. I peep out and there she is sitting so pretty waiting to come in. As I opened the door, she bounces in, takes a few drinks of water, grabs a toy and settles herself on the sofa. I call the hubs and he’s like no way in hell is she going back. I call the volunteer fire fighter; we agree to go to vets so he can sign her over to us. He told us some horror stories of what she went through due her three months stay with those people. It took her months to get over the fear of a broom and that absolutely shattered our hearts. Katana and Hank took to her immediately. I didn’t realize “unicorn” huskies existed until she came along. Have you ever seen a husky actually listen and be good as gold? Us neither until her sweet self knocked on our door. So polite, so tame, so well-mannered without an ounce of wanting to shred anything. Polar opposite to Katana. Once we knew we were keeping her, we tried coming up with a name. The name she had, we reasoned, had bad memories for her and we thought she needed a new start. We started with simple things like Luna, Athena, Bella but nothing. One evening, hubs was calling for her from the living room because she was down the hall in the bedroom. She was having no part of it (again many names). He finally calls for the love of Mother Mary Magdalene will you get your tail in here?! Here she comes, flying down the hall in her true bebopping prancing fashion and plops at his feet. We are laughing hysterically at this point. Mary? Nothing. Maggie? Nope. He’s like Magdalene?? She gets all giddy and spins around. It just kind of stuck. Her personality is very different from your typical husky. She’s an observer; she likes to watch the world. Magdalene lives for car rides, and lazy adventures. Her appetite is rather petite but she will lose her mind over local seafood and her coveted organic bagels (slightly toasted and only organic butter will do). She has the personality of an older refined woman who likes the finer things in life but prefers to keep herself and her life streamlined. She is a fashionista and loves dressing to the nines. Quite a beautiful soul and I am so grateful the universe led her to our door all those years ago!
Our Fabled Nest 