Mystic, a Tiny Piece of Storm


Let me take you back a little ways.

This big fluffy guy is Storm. He was a purebred Samoyed, a puppy at heart until the day he left us. To this day, the most beautiful Samoyed I have ever came across, but my opinion might be bias.  I have so many memories of him and when I think of my childhood, memories of this big guy are abundant.

Storm had a very independent personality. The day we went to pick him out as an 8week old puppy he was chasing the chickens on the farm. There was a shy puppy hiding in the corner, but something stood out about this ball of fire that me and my family must have thought we needed in our lives. I remember my dad picking him up and me, being the animal lover I was and am, wanted him all to myself. I ran my fingers over his fuzzy puppy head, smelled his puppy breath and all he wanted to do was bite my finger and play. His personality that day was overpowering and very prominent, and that remained true for the rest of his natural life.  Like I said, he was a ball of fire, little did we know just what a ball of fire this little puppy would be.

Good thing crystal balls that tell the future don’t exist, because if we would have seen the future adventures this little puppy would bring my family and me, I doubt my parents would of taken him home that day. So what better name for a crazy little puppy than Storm. North Dakota Snow Storm. Anyone who has been to ND knows that the snow storms there are anything but mellow and calm. The name was fitting. Not to mention the color of his coat, laying in the snow he was camouflage.

The adventures Storm took us on were never ending. He chewed on everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything. He would eat anything and everything. One of his favorites were socks, preferably whole. The second he spotted one he swallowed it in a matter of seconds, not even a chance for recovering it. But my Grandma’s favorite hankie was likely his favorite delicacy. Kleenex’s were also a hot menu item. He also decided to run down the block and torture/eat my best friends pet rabbit, not one of his shinning moments. He also managed to grab a few porkchops off the grill when my dad wasn’t looking from time to time. Storm enjoyed digging wholes when he was a puppy. It didn’t take long before he learned how to get out of the yard and explore. Running away became his new favorite thing, for the rest of his life. When I look back it seems we looked for him on a weekly basis. I remember my dad tried everything to keep him in the yard, but he always managed to find a way out. Looking back, we are lucky we always found him and nothing ever happened to him.

Storm grew into a large beautiful dog, even when he was older the fun and adventures never ended. My brother and I would tie him up to a sled and he would pull us around the yard. He still ate everything in sight and ran away when he got the chance. He only listened when he wanted to, when he was ready, even though he knew what you were asking him to do. He was very vocal and barked frequently, especially if you had food and weren’t sharing. He definitely wasn’t a cuddler and would destroy and toy in a matter of seconds.

Anyway, I could go on and on with all of my memories of Storm. But you get the idea, he was very smart, but stubborn, hard headed, beautiful, energetic, a garbage disposal, a runner, and a puppy at heart. But one of my favorite things was his Smile. Those are the main things that come to mind when I think of him.

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Now, here is Mystic. All of these words I use to describe Storm, I would also use to describe Mystic, spot on. Not to mention, that smile of these two dogs is unforgettable! I see a part of Storm in Mystic and I honestly believe that God, or some higher power, sent me a little piece of Storm. My dad told me that all the white on Mystic must be a little bit of Storm showing through. I wouldn’t disagree for a second. Mystic is my little ball of fire and not a day goes by that she doesn’t remind me of Storm. I am glad I get to relive a lot of those memories everyday. For the most part anyway, I mean I don’t exactly enjoy it when Mystic chews up stuff she isn’t suppose to, or doesn’t listen to me because she is being stubborn and on her own adventure, too busy to listen.

It’s been a few years since Storm hasn’t been in our lives, but his memories strongly live on in memory. Thanks to Mystic, not a day goes by I don’t think of him. Rest easy my big fluffy friend, I will meet you at the rainbow bridge one day! ❤