Dakota's Den
A small fuzzy pup came to us in August of 2001, the year after we moved back to Alaska, after 18 years of waiting and hoping.
This is Dakota's story.
A small fuzzy pup came to us in August of 2001, the year after we moved back to Alaska, after 18 years of waiting and hoping.
This is Dakota's story.
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I got to know Dakota when I 'babysat' for the pups when Sam and Bonnie went on a couple of road trips.
The word "Gentleman" comes to my mind when I think about him. He would always wait to go outside to potty until after Yukon went. He was patient and so very smart. All I ever had to do to get him to come to me was to say "Dakota" in a quiet voice. He was intuitive. When I went to bed at night he would lay on the bed to comfort me and let me know that nothing would go wrong on his watch. I loved Dakota and will never forget my friend.
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