We had a huge yard and decided the boys needed another friend. I decided to get my three sons a dog, he was an alaskan husky, black with white and brown. He was 6 weeks old. We named him Ozzy because we couldn't decide what to name him and I had just brought my oldest son to Ozzy Osbourne concert, so we named him Ozzy.

To my surprise not long after we got him, the landlord had notified me that they were going to sell the land where I rented a duplex for the past 5 years. I would have to move out quickly if they sell it.

The time had come and I couldn't find an apartment that would accept a pet. So we had to get rid of our Ozzy. I didn't know what to do, I tried giving him away to friends, etc. No takers, so I looked in the newspaper under lost/found and decided I would try and call some people who had lost theirs and see if they were interested. After calling quite a number of people, this one person wanted to take a look at him, so I drove him over with all of his shot records, extra leashes etc .... and the kids they had were petting him and hugging him, and they asked me what his name was, I told them...Ozzy, they completely fell in love with him and took him. They told me he would be going to Nondalton, Alaska.

A few years later I was out selling my art and I got into a conversation with a fellow from Nondalton, I told him my story of our dog. He said, "Ozzy"! I said, yes. He told me he knows that dog and he is living a very happy life and he is so big, you don't even have to bend over to pet him! I was so happy to hear that, our Ozzy was safe, happy and growing like a weed.