I was walking the streets of Cotacachi, Ecuador, when I came across a small house with a husky peeking out the window. The husky was a beautiful dog, with a thick coat of white fur. It was sitting on the windowsill, its ears perked up and its eyes alert. I stopped to admire the dog, and it seemed to be just as interested in me. We stared at each other for a moment, and then the dog wagged its tail. I smiled and waved, and the dog barked in response. I continued on my way, but I couldn't help but think about the dog. It was so cute and friendly, and I knew that it must be a great guard dog. I wondered who the dog belonged to and what its name was.