Bred back to the original Eskies of old Germany, Thor was robust, vital, and looked to be a snow white sprite of the deep Black Forest. His father was Best in Breed at Westminster, and his mother Rainbow followed the same old breeding path. The show world, however, was never his destiny. He and his littermate sister, Electra, came to Colorado from eastern New Jersey, just outside New York City to live charmed lives roaming mountain trails and meadows in all seasons, while forever altering their care taker’s lives. He was especially fond of the trails around the Brainard Lake area and the meadows above Lefthand reservoir, and could often be seen prancing together with his sister in the home territory around Waneka Lake in Lafayette. Never was he happier that hiking in the middle of a thick snow storm, preferably in the high country, pausing often to snarfle nose-first through the drifts. Boundless energy coursed through his tight muscles, and none could keep pace with the Thunder Thor. His greatest gift though, was transmitting love, unconditional and thick as the amber maple syrup color of his eyes. His life was taken early, but the tragedy of the timing is tempered by the power of his gift then, and continuing in the hearts of the two people who were charmed into his life. You see, he was never meant to accompany his sister to Colorado. He appeared in a dream, walking side-by-side with his sister as arrangements were being made for her transportation. “Yes” said the breeder, “I do have one very special boy here. He’s the apple of his father’s eye and has it all to be another true Champion, but his heart is elsewhere, and not in the show ring.” That heart was, and still is, in the flower laden meadows of the high Rockies drifting on the fragrant breeze. Listen there, and you too will feel the love of Thor.
God speed my friend!