snowbound fluffy

Welp, I al­most owned a husky tonight.

Just what I def­i­nite­ly need, a high main­te­nance ac­tive breed you ac­tu­al­ly have to ex­er­cise with every­day.

When I found her in the sub­ze­ro tem­per­a­tures, ri­fling through the trash, mal­nour­ished with her ice cov­ered fur, no tags, the whole stu­pid sce­nario flashed be­fore my eyes:

She’d come home with me and I’d feed her, bathe her, and wrap her in a snug­gly blan­ket. Then we’d bond and I’d get all emo­tion­al­ly at­tached and not be able to take her to a shel­ter be­cause I would project my own aban­don­ment is­sues onto her and
BOOM
I’m sud­den­ly the own­er of a sports lifestyle dog. Great. GREAT.

By some kind of in­sane luck, right af­ter gain­ing her trust and tak­ing her back to my car, I ran into a friend that vol­un­teers with a res­cue or­ga­ni­za­tion and arranged for some­one to get her. Amaz­ing.

Tonight I may have saved a dog, but the real hero of this sto­ry is my friend who saved me from car­dio.

Stu­pid, stu­pid car­dio.
 

—na­tal­ie michelle

Flom­mist Na­tal­ie Michelle does­n’t have a bio. She just rants. Copy­right © 2018 Na­tal­ie Michelle. Foto by mehal­lo.

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