3 3 weeks and it was coming to an end in like 72 hours. Frankly, I did not feel anything not normal, which was like so not the same as my super sentimental nature. Yes, that's the word, "sentimental". Perhaps the tears that flowed had bland-ified the , like so so much already. Anyway, that day's been like any other day, with a tinch here and there that felt like something was amissed. And I was becoming the cold and distant guy - talked less, played less, joked less. Dogs were things I was getting used to, and even the stench of their poo. Somewhat coincides with the saying that -pretty things make us get tired of it; ugly things make us get used to it. That day I did not walk any dogs, did not do any swim. Practically, that day was administration work and stay-in-the-pen day. Anyway, Alaska's howling continued that day, but noticeable decrease though. And that day I realised something, a dog's charge can be strong enough to break one's leg. A brown labrador charged past me and knocked me in the shin and the immediate feeling was a shifted joint in the knee! Fortunately, that was only the immediate feeling, and that subsided really quickly. Phew!

And Alaska is an Alaskan Malamute. For more info, please visit the following site:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alaskan_Malamute

Commonly mistaken for a Siberian Husky, which I already did, the Alaskan Malamute easily dwalfed the former (my own guess). 

Images of Giant Malamutes!