Who remembers my post about the akita puppies? Well, things ended up differently and yeah, I'll tell you a short version about the story as well as what happened yesterday, on 12th June 2016. ;)
After some thinking, checking out Kumma's pedigree, health stats etc and asking some questions about him I decided on adopting him; in the end it doesn't matter to me all that much if I get a puppy or an adult dog. Besides, I got him for a lot cheaper than what a puppy would have cost and there's nothing terribly wrong or crippling with him – he was sold cheap because of being an adult, but I suspect his less-than-ideal hips might have played a part on the price, although the breeder said he doesn't suffer from it and I want to believe she was honest.
Me, Sacchan, Ronya and Sacchan's little brother headed to Tuuri in middle Finland, on 12th June, to pick up my furry friend – I was so excited! The weather was mainly nice and the trip down took around 6 hours. The reason we decided to meet in Tuuri and not where the kennel actually was located is because Tuuri is higher up (aka less for us to travel) and there was a sort of dog show there on that day that the breeder attended, win-win.
|Heading to Tuuri. Notice the peculiarly awesome cloud line.|
|Proof we were in Tuurin Kyläkauppa.|
Our group of four kept our eyes peeled for a black car that fit her description but, honestly, there were several that could have been hers. xD We circled around the horse shoe until Sacchan said that she saw four white canine legs close to a black car in the parking lot in front of us – soon enough a familiar-looking white
We managed to get Kumma into the car and then, without further waiting around, we started our long journey back home. Kumma soon enough let everyone pet him but during most of the trip he just silently sat in the backseat and looked out of the window; at times he seemed a bit distant/unreachable and as if he was longing back to his, now, former owner.
He didn't bark a single time, nor did he drink water inside the car. We had to stop the car, go outside and put the water bowl down on the ground for him to put his tongue in it. But even though he wouldn't touch the water bowl –if someone held it– he was crazy about his dry food in the trunk of the car that, once he smelled it, he started to jump with joy and had that glimpse in his eyes that wasn't there otherwise; he even wagged his tail. Kumma ate directly from the hands of anyone who had food for him and it seemed like he never got enough; we let him eat a bit extra because it seemed to have a calming/trusting effect on him and that was important because he was otherwise quite stressed, although petting he didn't mind.
|Kumma chilling in the car.|
The first night he seemed to spend alternating between short sleeps and then waking up to move into a different position and then falling asleep again. I heard his paws and thus claws moving on the floor even though I was sleeping as well –
|The kennel's logo that was on the folder containing all the |
important documents and the animal passport.
|Kumma lying on the "corridor" floor, which he quickly claimed as his place.|
One thing that's worth mentioning though is that Kumma's actual and full name is Fubuki go Gumma Yamaguchi but he's just called Kumma. What's a bit funny though is that the word 'kumma' in Finnish means 'odd' or 'weird' (note: not derogatory) but if I'd call him Gumma instead –with Swedish pronounciation– then that would be even weirder because 'gumma' in Swedish is the word used for either an older woman (think: grandma) or a cute little girl... and said dog is a young male, so yeaaaah. I'll get the occasional stares and raised eyebrows no matter what I call him, depending on if I meet a Swede or a Finn on my walks. xD #borderproblems
That's all for this time. Expect to see more doggy posts in the future since I will be dedicating a part of this blog to my life with Kumma from now on ~
~ Shiro Samurai out.