In short, I really freakin' love my dog.
I've wanted a dog since I was in the 6th grade. My parents had a Golden Retriever named Sadie that I played with growing up, but she died when I was about 4-5 years old. Consistently, since that time I would ask for a dog. I could recognize breeds at sight, even obscure ones for our area (ie: Saluki, Afghan, Scottish Deerhound, Puli, etc).
I promised myself when I started college that, upon graduation, I would have enough money saved up to own a dog and be able to give it everything that it needs. So, even though working part time, being a music education major and an honor's student was strenuous, it was worth it. The part time job allowed me to save enough to pay for rent and Koda and I was able to complete my degree.
As I mentioned in the last post, I visited the Humane Society in Sioux Falls often. While there, I think there were a total of 3 dogs that I really thought I wanted to adopt, but none of them felt perfect. Koda was part of the "Paroled Pups" program - meaning that he was being worked with by inmates at the Penitentiary. I had to set up a meeting to see him. Even though he was exceptionally distant when I first met him and wanted nothing to do with me, something told me that he'd be a great dog. So I set up to adopt him.
Yes. Dare I say it. Koda was a dream come true. Girl wanted a dog. Girl worked since she was 14 for the obscure goal of being independent and having a dog some day. Girl got the dog she wanted.
To save from boring you (or making you gag if you don't like the mushy-gushy stuff), I've compiled a video of Koda doing his favorite thing in the snow: sledding.
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