Lady couldn't have been matched with a more perfect place to experience real dog-hood.
Her sled-pulling days left her with emotional and physical scars, but in time, the emotional scars faded and she was able to show who she truly was... and she was a Lady. The kind of lady who could rustle with the boys and then have tea with the queen.
She made wherever she was laying, the most regal place there could possibly be - whether on a rock, a treestump, or even in the bushes.

She was more special than we'll even know.

And though her life may have left a hole in our hearts, it's opened our eyes to what is possible. And that you can teach an 'old dog' new tricks... changing gears to live the domestic life, inside of a home at 13 years old, was proof of that.

Rest in peace and love, Lady.

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​To see more about Lady and her retired sled dog friends, please see HERE.

sorting and sifting through
the remnants of lives gone by
photographs of people unknown
cards, letters, chuck wagon bookends and silver teapots
keeping what you know, what you don't know
​for the next