I once had a gorgeous red siberian husky named Cheeko. He was an unexpected "present" from my grandma who took him from someone who could no longer care for him. I spent over one hundred dollars worth of treats on that dog. But unfortunatly, I was only ten years old, and knew nothing about this breed, and neither did my mom.

He spent his days tied to our clothes line. Never had a walk, never was let off. I wasn't allowed to take him off. My mother was the irresponsible one for letting us keep him in the first place.

And then one day, while I was at school, she brought him to the Spca. It was better for Cheeko. He was a gorgeous husky, I'm sure he got a home right away. We couldn't give him what he needed, and he was such a sweetheart who needed all the love in the world.