That little blonde mutt dog had gone places that every other stray wouldn't believe, but only two places she had ever been to had been her home. Snob Hill in New England, and Nome, Alaska. Nome was still cold in the middle of summer, and the insects were bad. To her, it didn't have a lot of home potential. That was, except for Aleu. She was her best friend. Aleu. The wolfdog puppy who taught a dog all she needed to know. How to live and have fun. Aleu. That name would ring in her head every day that she woke up on the cold sidewalks of Snob Hill. She would wonder why she ever left Nome every day and night. Didn't she know that Aleu was all she really needed? When they were pups and they had first met, she had followed Aleu into the freezing Alaskan ocean and they would run and swim and splash each other. Two innocent little girl pups. Best friends from the start. After they had tired themselves out, the two girls would barely reach the shore and just stand there and talk. Sometimes they would both accidentally drift off to sleep and wake up to the waves sloshing on their faces. They would cough and sputter for a while, and then look at each other and fall over laughing. Aleu's parents, Balto and Jenna, had met her after she and Aleu had met up on the beach at least four times. Balto and Jenna loved her, treating her like their seventh pup. She had even had a bit of a crush on Aleu's brother, Kodi. For once in her life as a stray, she had finally gotten what she had always wanted. Parents, a best friend, and a first love. All of that because of Aleu, the dog that she had loved most of all. One day she just broke down crying behind the junk yard fence. Oh, Angel, why did you ever have to go?
