My life was great. I had a nice and caring owner. His mate was always giving me treats. It was all great. Well, it was great until the snowstorm. . My name is Balto and I’m a 7 years old husky dog. My owner's job was to ski and he was great at it. I always tagged along with him whenever he had a tournament. But then when the biggest tournament happened, it changed my life. My owner was pulling a 360 ski spin when suddenly an avalanche happened. My owner was pulled down the snow along with his competitor. We rescued him thankfully, but after that, he was never the same. He had to wear crutches and even then, he limped. Shortly after they started having less money and when my owners died, it was unexpected. My owner first died of a car accident. And his mate dies shortly of depression. My house was sold and all my memories in the house were gone. Shortly after that I became a wild dog. I wandered around the first few weeks and if I was lucky I would find some snow bunnies to eat. It was my home but I still missed them. One night I was wandering around and I could hear a loud humming sound. To be continued….
This blog reminds me of a book called 'Call of the Wild.' It was a good book to read, and this is a great story to read 2!