I never expected to write about raising a Husky on my blog while living in Seattle.

I was originally more of a cat person than a dog person. But recently, a friend's Husky had puppies, and one was given to me, which suddenly changed my life. At twenty-five, living alone was already overwhelming, and now I became a large dog owner.

When I first met her, even though she was a puppy, her gaze was a bit fierce yet she looked at me directly, making my heart race. At that moment, I had a gut feeling: 'Ah, she will become my family.'

Living with a Husky, I realized that they are often misunderstood because of their appearance. Everyone says they look like wolves or movie characters, but at home, they are just bundles of affection. When I sit in the room, she sneaks up and gently rests her head on my lap, instantly relieving my fatigue.

She has a tough face, but inside, she is completely a baby, haha.

Moreover, she is full of energy, and when we go for walks, I end up running too. I was never into exercise, but thanks to her, running has become a part of my daily routine.

Honestly, being dragged out to run every day somehow makes the day start off a bit more energetically.

But there are really many tough points too, sigh..

A Husky needs more than one or two walks a day. If I cut back even a little, she turns the house into a mess. Several cushions have already been shredded, and a few pairs of shoes have disappeared. The amount of fur she sheds is incredible; I have to vacuum several times a day, yet fur still sticks to my clothes... My roommate has even given up on wearing black pants.

She is smart but incredibly stubborn. Even though she understands basic commands like 'sit,' she often gives me a look that says, "I don't want to do it right now," which is both funny and frustrating at the same time.

What keeps me going is knowing I'm not alone. With a roommate, we can take turns walking her, and my aunt lives across the street, so I can leave her with her when I go on long trips. Honestly, without this support, I might have given up long ago.

A Husky is indeed a heavy breed for a beginner living alone. But even when I complain about the difficulties, when I finish my day and see her lying right next to me, I forget everything.

It feels like she's saying, "You did well today."

Seattle often has rain and many cloudy days. But even on those days, running with my Husky lifts my spirits significantly.

When her blue eyes shine under the cloudy sky, all my fatigue disappears.

It's true that shedding fur, causing trouble, and not responding to training can be tough. Yet, strangely, I feel like a day would feel empty without her.

She has simply become family.

If anyone wants to raise a Husky, as long as you can commit to exercise, fur care, and patience, a Husky will be the best friend that stays by your side for life.

Even now, every day is a struggle, but at the same time, every day is filled with happiness.