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Pet
Dog

Dog's Breed
Siberian Husky

Gender
Female

Energy
6

Intelligence
10

Friendliness
10

Playfulness
8

What I Like to Eat

Used Chewing Gum.

What I like to do

Harass the Fat Cat.

Where we'd go if I got to choose the destination of our next vacation

SNOW!

How I came to be in the care of my owner

In October of 2004, I wandered into a Hotel and was patiently waiting my turn for breakfast in the Restaurant's buffet line. Someone from the hotel found me there and took me downstairs into the mechanical room and tied me up while they searched for my owner. They didn't realize I had snuck in. It was loud and cold downstairs and I was scared and hungry. I had been wandering around for days.

I saw a young woman come down the stairs and sit down to look at me. I was frightened, so I tried to scare her by showing her my teeth. But she laughed at me! And she started petting me. It felt good, so I let her continue. She led me upstairs to her office and started calling animal shelters asking if someone had called about a lost husky. I assumed she meant me.

She was convinced that some child was crying in the front seat of their parents car as they drove around, searching for me. I knew the sit command. I was house trained. I was lost?!?

She put me in her car and took me around and I watched as she posted signs all over. She put them on light posts and telephone polls. I just knew that she was trying to help me.

She brought me to a doctor's office. They kept calling me "dog." I swear that wasn't my name, but they were nice, so I wagged my tail each time I heard that word. They ran a funny machine over my neck and shoulders. The doctor looked at my teeth and in my eyes. I kept trying to explain that I wanted a belly rub, but he didn't seem to understand.

The doctor told the woman that I was approximately 8 months old. The woman seemed sad that the machine didn't beep when they ran it over my neck and shoulders. I didn't know they were looking for my idenitification.

She took me home to her house and started calling me Akira. I liked that name. I liked it a lot. I responded to it immediately.

The woman re-posted the signs often and listed me on the web, on craigslist and petfinder. She was always calling surrounding towns’ humane societies and animal shelters. I guess no one had called about a missing female husky puppy. She sometimes would take me to work, which I really enjoyed. And sometimes she would leave me at her home. I liked that I had a fat cat to play with, but it wasn't enough. I was rambunctious and chewed furniture when I was bored.

The woman explained to me that she loved me very much and, although she had formed a strong bond with me, she couldn’t be my family. She cried and cried when she told me this. She found a Husky rescue organization - Angels of the Snow. She told me that they would take care of me and find me a forever home.

And what the young woman had last heard was that I was adopted by a family that had another husky. She tells me now that she never stopped thinking about me and kept a photo of me, always keeping an eye out for me at parks and charity dog walks, hoping to see me.

She never stopped looking for me! It was now about three and a half years later and something drew her to the Angels of the Snow website, a website that she hadn’t looked at in years. She had an urge to see if they posted pictures of their adopted Huskies. She was still looking for me! She searched through their many photos and didn’t recognize any of the dogs. And then she looked at their listings for currently available dogs.

She tells me the story with tears in her eyes. She says her stomach dropped and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. There I was! Listed on the adoptable pet’s page! It looked like me and the dog even had the same name. This didn’t make any sense to her. She thought that this couldn’t be the same dog that she found all those years ago. But it had the same name! The same name she gave to me over three years ago! The same name! She says she knew if it was me, she couldn’t lose me again. She had to know.

She reached out to Angels of the Snow. Could it be? They responded immediately…YES, IT’S HER! What were the chances?

She spoke with the folks from Angels, and they told her my story. A sad story about a dog that was removed from her adopted home. I came back to Angels and was not the same dog that they placed years before. They didn’t understand what had happened, how the sweet little puppy named Akira had turned into an aggressive, distrusting and frightened dog. I couldn't begin to explain. Although my adopted family had renamed me, when Angels got me back, they changed my name back to Akira (a first for their organization, they never rename dogs). I liked that name so much better and they wanted that sweet little girl back. My human may not have reached out had they not renamed me back to Akira. It was the resemblance and the name that made her contact them!

I had been with Angels for over seven months, with foster families from Angels of the Snow. They spent countless hours working with me, trying to eliminate the aggressiveness, the fear, and build trust. And then they placed me up for adoption. Apparently, there was a lot of interest in me. People kept coming to visit me. And each time a new family would want to adopt me, something seemed to happen that kept the adoption from going through.

Angels was very sad for me. They couldn’t understand why I couldn’t find my forever home. They told me that someone special was waiting for me. They told me that was the only reason; that I was meant for someone special. And what luck that turned out to be for me!

When my human contacted Angels they couldn’t believe it. What were the chances? She was now in a place in her life where she owned her own home, and could take on the responsibility of a dog. But she worried if I would remember her. She worried if I would still be ok with the fat cat I used to play with.

She thought she had to proceed with caution. She was worried, after hearing about my aggression and trust issues, that the Akira she remembered would not be the Akira she would meet again. Angels arrange for us to have a short visit at my foster family’s home.

I recognized her immediately. She hadn’t changed a bit. When she entered the foster family’s home, I couldn’t believe it. She came right over to me. I jumped up on her and started licking her. She kept repeating over and over, “I remember you, I remember you.” I barked in agreement. I remembered her too!

Angels suggested a weekend visit at my human's home, to see how we could fit in to each others lives. I couldn’t wait to go to her home for an overnight. She picked me up in March. I was excited and nervous at the same time.

I came home with her that day and never left. The Fat Cat is my best friend, and I think she tolerates me too.

I found my forever home with the same person that found me all those years ago. What were the chances? I’m not one to believe in fate, proverbs, or “meant to be.” But finding my human again truly gives credit to the saying, “If you love something set it free, if it comes back to you then it was meant to be.” What were the chances of finding her again after all these years?

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