I ran 6 miles this morning–3 laps around Silver Lake. Running past the dog park where I used to take Tasha, I noticed 3 Siberian Huskies playing–standing on their hind legs like horses do and then getting into a friendly wrestle followed by a chase. All too familiar. I remembered Penny Scott-Fox from Pasadena Humane Society lecturing one time that Siberian Huskies should only live with their own breed, because they would benefit tremendously from their innate understanding of each other and that they are true pack animals in the way the wolves are. They recognize their own kind, which I have witnessed a number of times with Tasha whenever we came across other huskies. We had a difficult night. I am now clearly confronted with a decision to make. Every movement demands too much of this old dog even though she has this powerful instinct to step up to the challenge. I don't think I can ever own another husky after Tasha. Our life together was filled with an array of daily and weekly activities that (hopefully) satisfied her physical needs as a husky, but it also made it very clear to me that the Siberian Huskies truly belong on a vast snowy field where they can run endlessly until their faculties give out. To own another husky in a warm climate would be like owning a caged bird. Don't get me wrong. They adapt really well. That's why Tasha lived well past her life expectancy. So, husky owners of SoCal, take heart. I'm just talking about me.
According to my running chart, I was supposed to run 2 of my 6 miles at a marathon goal pace. I did that. It was my fastest 6 miles, but it wasn't so that I can put another check mark on the chart. It was for my Mighty Siberian on the route that we have ran so many times together. You are such an amazing dog.