We have the pleasure of featuring a guest post by Kuruk (with Julianne Victoria)
I was born near Wasilla, Alaska into a large pack of 170 Alaskan Malamutes. That’s much bigger than wolf packs, but we haven’t been wolves for thousands of years. We much prefer to be with people, helping them work and lounging with them. But my pack was trapped in this place that humans call a puppy mill.
I vaguely remember playing with my siblings when we were very small and free to wrestle in the snow and explore a little. Mostly, though, I remember being on that four-foot chain, like all of my pack family. I tried to make the most of it by learning how to play without getting all twisted up. I must have learned well, because my Mama now says I am like Houdini (whoever that is) and can get unwrapped no…
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