The Story of a Sled Dog, part 2

Finally Pingo has arrived Norway mainland! The original intention was that Monica, Annelills mother was going to 'own' her and take care of her - and she did, very well!! However, to 'cultivate' a one year old polar dog that know no other logic in life than 'how to survive in a dog-yard', needs a lot of work and time and determination.
At the time Annelill and I were living on Roverud, a small village about 110 km north of Oslo, close to the Swedish border. The climate there is good for such a dog, cold as a fridge in the winter (but a little too warm in the summer...). Monica soon renamed Pingo to Pinga as she has no what so ever realtions to arctic geographic phenomenas but a clear vision of wich endings female names should have.
Bjørge, Monicas husband, built a large dog yard with two meter fences. She also got a long line. We happend to live just next door so Pinga became just as much ours.
In the beginning Pinga was quite frustrated with the new life, cut off from her pack and in a totally new environment. She quite often managed to escape, venturing into the great woods in the area. Every time, some nice people finally called us telling where we could pick her up (once almost 25 km from home). She also tested her instincts on the neighbours farm - proudly she came home with a hen in her mouth one day. Now we know what a hen costs...
To be continued...