I am Angel, a retired brood bitch once owned by an irresponsible breeder.

Most of the time I'm a happy, affectionate girl who enjoys my family and pack mates very much.  I love to play, beg for treats, cuddle with Mom, and I especially enjoy sleeping on a bed, but my all-time favorite is going for a ride in the car.  My pack mates are friendly, and we are all recognized family members who love each other very much.

Although my life is happy and I no longer worry about being bred and having to produce litter after litter, my former occupation has left scars even a Cape Cod retirement has not been able to erase.  Occasionally I will gather an imaginary litter (consisting of chew toys, fuzzy toys, bones, etc.), place them safely in my crate, and lovingly care for them as my babies.  Did I forget to mention, I also guard them with my life; Mom can move them without fear of life or limb, but NO ONE else.

When I was five years old and of no further use to the breeding kennel that owned me, I was sold to a family under a spay/neuter agreement.  As usual, irresponsibility begets irresponsibility, and I was never spayed as agreed, and was tied to a tree where I produced two more mixed breed litters.  Luckily for me, a very nice woman in Siberian Husky Rescue heard of my situation and soon arrived to take me to a responsible family who would love me.  I was even allowed in the house, although it took my Mom a while to convince me of this.  I thought I was supposed to stay out in the rain as at my previous home.  Mom finally just picked me up and carried me inside.

What an experience!  I cautiously inspected the carpet and the different rooms, and soon learned to love the kitchen, especially when Mom was cooking.  Later I was taken to a very nice Vet to be spayed.  I gathered the chew toys as my litter and my family allowed me the time and privacy to safely wean them as the hormones began to leave my system. Memories of my life as an overactive brood bitch began to fade.

That's me (Angel), upper left.

It has been a while since I have been an accepted family member and I enjoy all the conveniences of indoor living now.  I even have my own corner of the couch.  I am loved and respected by my family, canine and human, and for the most part have adjusted to my new environment very well.

But all the love and security in the world has not completely erase the past.  Occasionally I retreat to my crate, now with three tennis ball babies.  I guard them with my life, and give them loving care and attention until I feel it is time for them to be on their own.  Once a brood bitch, always a brood bitch.  I can go only so long without a litter to care for, but I am grateful my family understands my special needs and permits me my brief lapses into "psychotic litter episodes."

Please do not help the irresponsible breeders and puppy mills do this to another female Siberian (or any other breed).  NEVER purchase from a Pet Shop, and investigate breeders through a reliable, recognized breed organization before purchasing a puppy.  We are the innocent victims - used, abused, and neglected for the material gain of greedy humans.  If you are not going to show your puppy, please consider adopting a rescue.  There are so many just like me who deserve a loving home and their place in a family.  Will you give them a chance?  Please help one of my homeless friends.  They will spend the rest of their life loving you for it.