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Thinking of Buying a Puppy?

If you are looking for a puppy, rescue very rarely gets puppies.  If you absolutely must have a puppy, please do not consider getting one from a pet store.  No matter what the store tells you, these puppies come from puppy mills where they are mass produced with little or no medical care for the pups or their mother.  They are often sick when you get them and the "papers" they come with are usually counterfeit, worthless or both.

Your best source of quality puppies is a breeder who shows or works their dogs and breeds to the Siberian standard with the intention of improving the breed.  These pups have champion parents who have been screened to reduce the likelihood of genetic or temperament problems. They will generally keep the one or two best candidates for showing/working and sell the rest to pet homes, usually for considerably less than what you would pay in a pet shop.

Here are some things to look for when you are checking out a potential breeder for your new puppy.  Many breeders will fail most or all of these tests,  and in that case you should RUN, not walk away.
Before you go and get trapped by the puppies cuteness, ask about OFA (hip) and CERF or SHOR (eye) clearances for both parents.  Go elsewhere if both parents don't have these clearances.
The breeder will take the time to discuss the pros and cons of owning a Siberian Husky.
The breeder will take the time to discuss the proper feeding and care of your new puppy, especially if this is your first Siberian Husky.
The place where the puppies are is clean and fresh.
You are able to see and play with both parents and the puppies.  (The father may not be from the same breeder and would not be available in that case.  This is usually OK.  In this case the breeder should have a lot of information on Dad, including pictures, pedigree, clearances, and reason for choosing him as a match for their bitch.)
The breeder will show you hip and eye clearances for both parents.
The breeder won't let you take the puppy before it is 8-9 weeks old. (Puppies separated from their parents & siblings younger than this often have socialization and temperament problems.)
The breeder doesn't suggest that you get a pair and breed them in order to make lots of money.  (You should never breed siblings and you won't "make" money in the long run.)
The puppies are being raised in the house with the family.
The puppies come with a health guarantee.
The breeder is willing to take the dog back if at any time in the future you are unable to keep it.
The breeder has just the one litter and breeds no more than one or two breeds of dogs. (Multiple litters at the same time or breeding multiple breeds makes it just a small puppy mill.)
Keep in mind that puppies chew, piddle and potty, and must be trained!

With a Rescue, you already know what the animals personality will be, and Rescuers usually train so it is likely that a dog adopted from Rescue will already be housetrained.  Adult dogs can and do make wonderful pets and, in fact, are often a far better choice for today's busy families which, generally speaking, have little or no time available to properly socialize and train a puppy.  Please consider your adoption option today!

By the time a puppy is 7 weeks old, it should have:

•  BEEN ON 7 different surfaces:
Carpet, Concrete, Wood Vinyl, Grass Dirt, Gravel, Wood Chips, Newspaper, Etc.

•  PLAYED WITH 7 different types of objects:
Big Balls, Small Balls, Soft Fabric Toys, Fuzzy Balls, Squeaky Toys, Metal Items, Wooden Items, Paper/Cardboard Items,  Milk/Soda Jugs Etc.

•  BEEN IN 7 different locations:
Front Yard, Back Yard, Basement, Kitchen, Car, Garage, Laundry Room, Bathroom, Crate, Kennel, Etc.

•  BEEN EXPOSED to 7 challenges:
Climbed a box, Climbed off a box, Go thru a tunnel, Climbed up steps, Climbed down steps, Climbed over obstacles, Played hide & seek, Go in & out doorway with a step, Etc.

•  EATEN FROM 7 different containers:
Metal, Plastic, Cardboard, Paper, China, Pie Plate, Frying pan, Etc.

•  EATEN IN 7 different locations:
Crate, Yard, Kitchen, Basement, Laundry room, Bathroom, X-pen, Etc.

•  MET AND PLAYED WITH 7 new people: including children & the elderly
A dog Poem

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.  We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch- because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog" and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home.  They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. 
   The End

A note from the author:
If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly owned pets who die each year in America's shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a non-commercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. I appreciate receiving copies of newsletters which reprint "How Could You?" or "The Animals' Savior," sent to me at the last postal address below. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

Thank you, Jim Willis Director, The Tiergarten Sanctuary Trust, accredited member of The American Sanctuary Association, and Program Coordinator, International Society for Animal Rights. email: jwillis@bellatlantic.net