Today had the best start. I don’t know where you are in the world, but Hamilton was smoked by a snowstorm overnight, so that’s where the story begins – went to bed with no snow, woke up to a world covered in it. That alone makes for a pretty incredible sight when you step out on your porch at 7am.
This particular morning though, as I was doing just that, I had the added, out-of-nowhere bonus of a massive husky (or malamute?) running up on the porch to greet me.
I looked up to see who his owner was and instead of a person, I saw two more bouncing through the snow towards me.
How do I explain how much I love dogs? I. LOVE. DOGS. I thought it was a mirage when I saw them. Stannding there, sleepy-eyed and barely ten minutes out of bed, in the kind of snow that falls all slow and lazy, with drifts up to my shins and three giant dogs dancing and jumping and licking all around me, I almost died.
The first words out of my mouth were, involuntarily, Sean it’s Yukon! even though he was still inside, sleeping. After a few minutes however, my fawning over the dogs (combined with the howling of Memphis, whose spidey senses started tingling as he whiffed them through the front door) woke him up and he came out with a camera.
When it became clear after 20 minutes that no one was right behind this pack, we called them into the backyard and closed the gate so they weren’t running around on the street. They were so friendly and well-behaved and knew tonnes of commands – one older boy who was a huge fan of jumping and licking you in the face, an older lady who was super calm and spent most of the time sitting, and a young pup who became insta-pals with Memphis.
We tweeted photos of them like crazy and looked out front to see if anyone was wandering around on the search for them. I tried to convince Sean they were ours now and it was a sign we needed to give up our lives in Hamilton and start training for Yukon Quest, especially since the lady dog appeared to be so pregnant I thought she was going to have puppies in the yard.
Eventually Sean went to knock on the door of a house at the edge of the park behind us, where we know they have dogs, but don’t know what kind. En route, he ran into a guy and his kids, out looking for the trio. It was a Christmas miracle.
Honestly though, that’s what it felt like. Not the finding the owners part (although that was lucky too), but waking up to the dogs. I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. On one hand, I know it’s just dogs and snow and those will happen in a city, but on the other hand it felt like total magic. Like these northern dogs blew in on a snowstorm, tumbled into our neighbourhood and waited for us to find them!Read more →