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As soon as the temperatures drop in the winter months (well in most places) the PSA’s to keep your pet safe and warm start to resurface. ‘If it’s too cold for you, it’s too cold for them’ spiel. And that is definitely true for almost every breed. Except for my good ole’ Siberian Husky.

According to the AKC, ‘The breed’s ancestors were originally bred in northeastern Asia by the Chukchi people and were kept as companion dogs for their families as well as endurance sled dogs.’ They have such a thick undercoat, that they are able to withstand temperatures as low as -76 F.

First for a little backstory. I’ve always wanted a pet, for as long as I can remember. Growing up, my uncle had a German Shepherd named Nesi (after the loch-ness monster) and she was a really great dog. As soon as I would walk trough the door, she would jump on me, stand on her back legs and lick my face. Now I know that technically you are supposed to teach dogs not to do that, but I loved it and always saw it as a sign that she was really happy to see me.

My mom has never been a big fan of dogs or pets in general, and no one had the time (or money) to take care of an animal. So I waited, and waited, and waited till I had my own home and enough space for a large dog to run free. My husband Mike said he wanted a husky because he really liked the movie White Fang as a kid. So we focused on huskies and adopting a puppy so that we can raise him. Because what gets you more ready for kids than a husky puppy.

So right after we got married, we moved to Connecticut and bought a house with a huge yard. For some reason, no one in the state of Connecticut (The Husky state) had a husky puppy we can adopt or buy. So I ended up finding the cutest puppy I have ever seen in Missouri. A few week later, he was on a plane at the ripe age of 11 weeks and already looked bigger than some full grown dogs. We named him Shadow and he definitely lived up to his name as my Shadow.

Long story short, Shadow is now 6 years old and the bratty puppy he once was, turned into a mostly calm (Unless we have guests) dog who loves walk, rain or shine or blizzard. So back to the snow… he freaking loves it! He once slept through an entire snow storm, outside curled up in a ball and covered in snow. No matter what I did, he would not come in.

I have to say that as much as he loves being outside in the snow, he also loves being inside and snuggling up in a corner of pretty much any room. Just because they love the outside, doesn’t mean they want to be out there all the time. When it’s raining outside, you can’t even force him to go for a walk.

This is us last week, on a cool 20 degree day, I was freezing, Shadow just wanted to go for sniff walk, where he sniffs every single inch of the same road we’ve walked through a million times.