This is Storm. AKA Stormie Bug. AKA Sterrie Stumpie (because he has a stumpy tail).
Storm is our senior rescue (husky) dog. Depending on who you ask, he is between 8 and 12 years old. We adopted him on February 6 this year, adding him to our, already large, pack of 3 dogs.
I did not want 4 dogs. Hell, 4 years ago I did not even want 1 dog (that’s a story for another day). And at the beginning of this year I was quite happy with just 3. However, in January husband man started making a case for Storm. He had seen his adoption advert on Facebook before, but Storm had a partner, Sasha, who had to go with him. Unfortunately Sasha passed away from cancer in December 2015, and Storm was therefore a lone wolf.
I told him that IF we got permission from the council I would consider it. Then we got permission, without any problem (it took exactly 10 seconds). Then I told him that IF the meet-and-greet went well, I would think about it.
So one Saturday, we took a trip out to Melkbosstrand to the Uitsig Animal Rescue Centre. And that was where we met him. Despite a brief run in with Gordon (who can be quite protective), things went reasonably well, and despite the fact that I still had some reservations, he came home with us.
According to various Facebook posts, Storm was at Uitsig for more than half his life (approximately 6 years). When we got him, he wasn’t in the best condition (please, I don’t want anyone to think that this is a reflection on Uitsig. They do amazing work with, like other rescue centres in SA, very few resources). He had 2 large heatspots on his side, the tips of his ears were scabby, he was overweight, his front teeth were practically worn away, his tail had obviously had something nasty done to it, and his underpaw hair was LONG. Just 3 months later, and even though he still has no front teeth and only half a tail, the heatspots are gone, his ears are scabless, his weight is down, and his underpaw hair is a normal length.
The fact that Stormie Bug has one bright blue eye and one dark brown eye means that I often feel like I am looking at two completely different dogs. When I look into his Blue Eye it seems like I am staring into a sea of intelligence. When I look into his Brown Eye it seems like I am staring into the most pensive soul in the world. It was a little disconcerting at first, but it has become just one of the things that I love about him.
He has already given us many hours of fun and excitement. He is a dustbin diver, and not long after we got him, he got his head stuck in the kitchen dustbin. Naturally we took a photo before rescuing him. Surprisingly, he hasn’t done much dustbin diving since then…
He also got himself stuck at the top of some stairs in our house. It took me a good 45 minutes to get him to come back down, and I was almost late for work (but again, I think that is a story for another time).
In many ways (perhaps apart from the two I mentioned above), he is the poster dog for senior canine adoption. The way that he stares at his daddy and I just melts our hearts (which is quite impressive, seeing as husband man will insist that he doesn’t really have one). He also spends an inordinate amount of time licking husband man (mostly on his face and head, but sometimes on his chest). We haven’t yet established exactly why he does this, or why it is only to husband man that he shows this particular gift of affection, but we are taking it as a positive sign.
Huskies live, on average, to between 12 and 14 years old. If Storm is 10 or 11 year old (which I’m inclined to believe that he is), then we probably don’t have very much time with him. But even though I will be devastated when he ‘crosses the rainbow bridge’, I will never regret giving him a space in our family.