Blizzard's Identity Crisis

For those of you that do not know, I sorta had an identity crisis a few years ago. When I was growing up, I was caught between multiple worlds and it utterly confused me. The Masters of my biological parents told Mommy that I was a mutt. I later found out that it meant that it was a mix between two or more breeds. I was half Alaskan Malamute and half Siberian Husky.

When Mommy would take me for walks, no one would believe that I was a Malamute/Husky mix. It made me quite sad and I could tell that Mommy was annoyed at them too. She loved me for being me, and it did not matter to her if I was "just a mutt". Plus, when I was in Puppy Training class, all the pure bred dogs would be so snobby to me and did not want to play with me. I got so mad at them that sometimes I would slowly sneak up to them and give them a big poke with my paw. Take that!

To make matters even worse, when I would accompany Xavier to Schutzhund training in Wisconsin, people would think that I was a white German Shepard. Can you believe that!? I look nothing like a German Shepard dog. All the humans there only liked German Shepards and they just poked fun at me. It made me feel like I was not a real dog because I was not a purebred. Tell me...why must people make fun of those who are different? I just don't understand it.

I felt so torn between who I should be that I rebeled quite a bit in my youth. I destroyed things around the house, marked things all over, dug big holes in the backyard, and ran away multiple times. I don't know what I was thinking back then, I was just angry and confused at everything around me.

A few years later, I found out that I was actually not Malamute at all...I was a Samoyed/Husky mix. It was at that point that I realized that I just had to be me. Those things did not define who I was, my actions did. I had a wonderful Mommy and Daddy, and two awesome brothers. And even though, we did not share the same blood, we were family. That's what it is all about.