How i meet... him.

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Well, this a a brief story of how i meet my dog. Year is 2009, after my little dog Junior died from old age i was looking for another one to keep me company and my home needed a pet to bring us some good vibes, i'm one of those who thinks every home needs a dog. For a lot of time i've wanted a Husky but since i'm pro-adoption i only had adopted mixed dogs, but then i found this guy on internet giving away husky puppies because he can't really afford to keep them, the thing is people have to go to his home in a very dangerous neighborhood in Maracay city, but i'm from Caracas (Venezuela) which is just as dangerous too so i didn't mind at all. After asking a friend for transportation i called the guy and we set the next sunday for me to pick up the puppy, he gave me the adress and we're all ready. So the sunday comes and my friend pick me up early in the morning, we left about 7am and arrive Maracay about three hours later, after having some breakfast, and of course i had to pay for everything since he was giving me a lift, we start looking for the guy's house. The thing is he gave me just the name of the street and a reference, but no house number, no corner name, no nothing. After a taxi driver told us how to get to the street, and warning us that is very dangerous, we get to a huge block full of colonial-looking kind of houses and i tried to call the guy but he isn't picking the phone. I didn't wanted to lose the trip so i get off the car and start knocking on every single house asking for this man whos giving away husky puppies. The street (called "calle nueva") is a huge line of about a kilometer and a half and that day the weather was sunny and hot, i think it was 34-35 grades Celsius, and there i was, ringing bells, knocking door at noon. I did it on a side of the street and was on the return on the other side when a guy doing a barbecue on his front yard finally knows the guy i'm looking for, he gave me a cold beer (thank god), a glass of water and came with me to the door of the man. Turns out it was the third house if i would started on the oposite direction! This kind of things only happens in movies and cartoons i thought, but no ladies and gentlemens it happens in real life too. Well, finally i found the place and after talking a bit with the guy about where i live and things he wanted to know to give me the puppy, he told me that the one he showed me was sick and he couldn't give me that one, so he look for the only one who wasn't sick (the heat gave the puppies a skin rash and had to go to the vet the next day), the little one start howling as does his mom, it was his mother saying farewell to him. I call my friend to pick me up (i wasn't walking the kilometer and half back, no way) and we went back to his new home. Me, as a role playing games fan, saw all of this as an epic quest, i still do. And the Puppy (i called him Iori) became my animal companion as the quest reward. Thanks for reading my story, this is just the first of many others i had with Iori and i'll be publishing here. I'm using this stories to help me with my grieving process since he died this year of liver cancer and it hasn't been easy for me to live without him.