Why Siberians ... ?

Everything had its beginning in wolves. I found those animals very special and unique since I can remember. They always attracted my attention and made me feel great respect for them.

When I look at the wisdom in their eyes, the noblesse, majesty and dignity of their behaving, I feel like they were the byword of the Most Powerful. Just like if, in the teeth of the rife fear, notoriety and persecution, they were the epitome of God Himself.

No matter how strange it may sound, in my estimation wolves are the most Beautiful Being on this earth. In other words - the beauty in its purest form.

My dream of owning a wolf is rather wildcat. Especially that owning is not all. Owning on its own is pure egoism …

But it came up that my life-way was crossed by Siberians - dogs that, as it soon turned out, have been endowed by the nature with exceptional appearance and beautiful soul.  Dogs that corroborated their wild origins at every turn and finally - dogs who’s psyche was as much complicated and simple at once as psyche of their wild ancestries.

At the beginning Siberians were only a substitute of wolves to me. But this substitute pretty soon proved his individuality and uniqueness – even comparing to a wolf pack.

After a time I realized that Huskies are a combination of both - the most fascinating wolf traits as well as dog features that allow them living in a human beings society.

On one hand, the Siberian having great artfulness, sense of independence, inquisitiveness and wild range of instinctive behaving is inevitably linked to wolf for which surviving, no matter in solitude or in pack,  is the main target of life. On the other hand however, Husky is the wealth of highly developed social behaving which aimed on a human being, allows him to draw joy from his possession. 

Above all Husky is a challenge. But I took a chance and don’t regret a single day. Moreover I can’t imagine my everyday life without Siberians - without their wayward characters, their hunting frolics and without being vigilant on every promenade. Without their shy murmuring and their wild joy. Without their persisting toddling after my constantly moving feet and without their eyes trying to understand my every move and thought ….