Day Twenty-Seven: Pets

Cory and I have a Siberian husky named Aspen.
Our little baby girl was born 8.8.08.

She was the last of her litter in Salem, TN, and was obviously keen with staying on the farm that she was born and raised. Needless to say, she was scared, skiddish, and did not want to have anything to do with Cory or me for the first couple of weeks. 
Thankfully she took a liking to Cory and eventually myself, and found her own funky, quirky personality. Now every time I walk through the door it's like I'm being greeted by my own child. She runs, she licks, she talks (what I affectionately call her "yodeling"), and loves to snuggle.

And dig in the backyard....
xoxo,