I am thinking back to when she arrived in this world. I had barely been in the Yukon a month - back in 2000 when they were born! Wow. She was one of 7 or so that I watched obsessively for DAYS as they were born and then nutured by their mother. It was a cold day in January, and I friggin' sat in that doghouse (was a big doghouse) with them 24hrs a day practically. It was fascinating to see, and the first litter I'd really seen being born. I couldn't tear myself away!!
|snow face Lucy|
As they grew, the litter became complete and utter terrors! Their mother couldn't wait to get the hell away from them, and I distinctly remember CRYING one time as I exited out of the pen after feeding them! I was freakin' CRYING!!! I am not kidding and almost embarassed to admit it, but it is kinda funny now 12yrs later. It was absolute craziness. They were jumping up and biting and grabbed my hair at one point, it was total mayhem.
|skijor wipeout - look how concerned they are as Lucy gazes off into the trees..|
Here is a video that always makes me laugh - it was when I booted a pop bottle one day and caught Lucy straight in the head with it. She was not fazed at all, as she paused briefly, then went after the bottle! And please excuse my cackling, it was freakin' hilarious!!!
Quills? What porcupine quills?? In MY face you say??
RIP my little Lucifer, Lucy, Luce-ster, etc.