Spitz's Story: the Call of Vengeance

During Buck’s journey in the cold of Alaska, he had a story of how he fought and killed the Husky, Spitz. Spitz had a history of killing and terrorizing his sled mates, but as all dogs had a reason for their hatred; he had the biggest one. In fact, in the beginning of his life, we couldn’t actually call Spitz a dog. Spitz did the opposite of what Buck did. Instead of remembering his ancestors of wolves and their howls, he forgot them. He forgot the howls. He forgot the line of wolves marching as a pack and the younger wolves hunting for the elders. He could only remember the only thing that gave love and cared for him. His wolf mom. Yes, Spitz used to be a wolf. 

Spitz was born to a she-wolf, which was the mate to the alpha-male of the pack. Spitz used to love wrestling with his wolf friends and hunting the largest moose for the praise of his pack. Of all of his stories with his pack, the only moments that were etched in his mind were with his mother. She cared and loved him. She gave him warmth in the worst of blizzards. He always loved how she licked his nose and showed how she would care for him until the end of her life. And cared for Spitz she did. Spitz could never forget that horrorful day. The day when he was exposed to the Law of Club and Fang. 

Spitz was still a puppy when the Yeehat tribe attacked his pack. The tribe killed the easy to catch prey and if they caught some, the younger wolves would be sold. They slaughtered his own mother in front of his face. At that moment, he was in pure rage. He summoned all the strength he had and flew upon the human. He thought of all his ancestors. He thought about their viciousness. He thought of how they dominated the wild. He thought of how they flung upon the largest of creatures. He killed the Yeehat. He had no mercy. He tore the human limb from limb. Spitz ripped the human’s heart out, but at that moment, a Yeehat knocked Spitz out. 

When Spitz woke up, he was in a cage, and right next to him were his other wolfmates in cages. Right in front of him was a Yeehat and a man in a white coat. The man in the white jacket looked and sounded like a Russian immigrant. His pale, white skin with his blonde hair and thick accent gave it away. At that moment, Spitz growled and tried to attack the humans, but was stopped by the bars of his cage. He kept trying to move forward, even bending one of the bars through his anger. The Russian seemed to be impressed. He said, “Zis dog iz vyerry strrong. He vill be useful. I’ll tayke heem. But fyirst, I vant contrrol.” At that moment, Spitz was let out, and he went straight for the Russian, but the Russian was ready. He pulled out a club and struck Spitz right in the jaw, chipping one of Spitz’s teeth. Spitz attacked again, but he got struck again. He attacked five more times, each time, being struck by the club. At that moment, he forgot. He couldn’t remember his ancestors, he couldn’t remember the howls, he couldn’t even remember hunting. The only thing he remembered was his mother and the love and care that she gave Spitz, and the Yeehat that killed her. He never forgot the desire for revenge. Spitz was introduced to the law of club and fang, and as a result, he was no longer a wolf. Spitz was a dog.

Spitz was loaded onto a truck. The Russian gave all the dogs in his truck water and food. When they arrived, it was close to midnight. Spitz saw 2 of his mates being sold to another person wearing a brown coat. The Russian didn’t give Spitz away, saying that “he vas beeg money.” Spitz, the next morning, found himself on a harbor. Everyday he was cared for, but he was still in his cage. Finally, one day, a couple who looked like they had been in the dog business for a long time paid $100 for Spitz. 

Spitz then left with the couple and a few other dogs to a camp. The next day, Spitz was harnessed and became a sled dog. He was the strongest of every dog there, he pulled the most, but was also the most vicious. He tried to kill any new dog that he didn’t like, succeeding most of the time. Spitz was then brought  to two humans. They said, “We will pay $150 for dis one.” As you can imagine, it was Pouralt and Francoise.

It wasn’t long for Spitz to become the alpha of his pack. As always, he killed any new dog he didn’t like. He was feared by every dog in that camp. He was never scared of any dog that came. Anyone who messed with Spitz would usually be killed. Spitz, after a few years, picked some huskies to be his minions. One day, Pouralt and Francoise left to buy more dogs, and when they came back they brought three dogs. Spitz killed the girl, and didn't care about the smaller boy, but the 140 pound St. Bernard mix soon changed and ended Spitz’s life. That St. Bernard mix was Buck.

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