Krista came to me in a rather dark period of my life. Luckless in love and pushing 30, I had to taken a newspaper job in an Inupiat village above the Arctic Circle. It was the perfect place to feel sorry for myself, I thought.
The 8-week-old black Labrador had no patience for my self-indulgence. Air cargo lost her for a couple of days, but she arrived in that desolate community healthy and yipping for freedom. From the moment I opened her travel cage, she was in command, demanding… Continue