Sasha (9 years young)~
I am the director of traffic and all things that need to be directed. I usually stand off to the side and simply shout out my orders. Invariably, I must repeat myself. Usually cuz huMom didn't hear me right the first time. HuMom says I have an "inside" voice and and "outside" voice. My outside voice is one of my best features. I can shout my directives across the neighborhood! When my humans come home from being gone, they say, "let the woo-wooooooing commence." I will have my HuMom post a video of me in action so you can get the full effect! For now, this very quiet still shot will have to suffice:
Shasta (5 years old) ~
Self-proclaimed Number 1 of the pack. My role is to ensure that nobody else gets attention from my HuMom. While Sasha is all talk, I'm all action. I've been known to push and shove my way through to the front of the line to claim my rightful spot as sole attention-getter. As you can see, I insist on giving kisses to the hu-pups as well.
Here's me with the hu-Boypup.
And with the hu-Girlpup.
While I understand that the honorary husk-a-kitty is fragile, I have been known to try to move her aside as well. This is Mitsy. We really do love her, but sometimes HuMom says we play too rough with her. Such a wimp. Mitsy is a little more fragile ever since she had the "event" with a stray dog. We'll have to get HuMom to write that story for you sometime.
Whitney (5 years old) ~
I try to be like Shasta and Sasha, aloof and ornery (more so Sasha, than Shasta -- and DO NOT tell Sasha I said that!) But I'm a Shepherd and really I'm pretty happy doing exactly what I'm told. I'm the official guard dog and alarmist of the pack. If something is sneaking around, or I hear a noise in the night, I'm the first to sound off. I am also the official leader of husky choir. I lead our pack in singing with the Sirens. It's a momentous job, but I feel completely qualified.
Give me a ball and I'm your friend for life.
Together we work with NorSled Rescue (www.norsled.org) and help our HuMom socialize foster dogs rescued from different really horrible places. Sometimes we have to dog-sit too. We will try to keep people up to speed with the goings on around here, but HuMom moves from one thing to the next so quickly. She doesn't have snackies with her, so It's very difficult to follow her. Here is our most recent foster bro:
Cache ~
I'm a young pup (maybe a year at the most) with BIG white pearly teeth....at least that's what my foster-HuMom says. Foster HuMom says that she named me "Cache" because she found my 'sweetness' hidden beneath me being sick. When I first came in to rescue I was a mess. I was hacking up a lung (or two), and other stuff too, and I was really skinny. I mean, I like being a lean-machine, but I think I was a little too lean! Not to get too personal, but I guess they found worms in me! YUCK!
Well, I am the only boy in the crowd, (except Foster Hu-Man, who's not so keen on all the fluff we are leaving around) So, I'm hanging out with my foster sisters. I've got it made. FosterHuMom says I should "market" myself. Um... yeah. Whatever that means. I hope she's not expecting me to go sit up on some store shelf and see if anyone picks me up and reads my label! But I will say that if you might think having me in your home would be a great thing, then please email my FosterHuMom. Her information is howlinsleddawgr@sbcglobal.net. You can also check out other rescued sled dogs by going to NorSled's website: www.norsled.org. Hope to hear from you soon!
the Girlz
(with Cache)
Whitney (5 years old) ~
I try to be like Shasta and Sasha, aloof and ornery (more so Sasha, than Shasta -- and DO NOT tell Sasha I said that!) But I'm a Shepherd and really I'm pretty happy doing exactly what I'm told. I'm the official guard dog and alarmist of the pack. If something is sneaking around, or I hear a noise in the night, I'm the first to sound off. I am also the official leader of husky choir. I lead our pack in singing with the Sirens. It's a momentous job, but I feel completely qualified.
Give me a ball and I'm your friend for life.
Together we work with NorSled Rescue (www.norsled.org) and help our HuMom socialize foster dogs rescued from different really horrible places. Sometimes we have to dog-sit too. We will try to keep people up to speed with the goings on around here, but HuMom moves from one thing to the next so quickly. She doesn't have snackies with her, so It's very difficult to follow her. Here is our most recent foster bro:
Cache ~
I'm a young pup (maybe a year at the most) with BIG white pearly teeth....at least that's what my foster-HuMom says. Foster HuMom says that she named me "Cache" because she found my 'sweetness' hidden beneath me being sick. When I first came in to rescue I was a mess. I was hacking up a lung (or two), and other stuff too, and I was really skinny. I mean, I like being a lean-machine, but I think I was a little too lean! Not to get too personal, but I guess they found worms in me! YUCK!
Well, I am the only boy in the crowd, (except Foster Hu-Man, who's not so keen on all the fluff we are leaving around) So, I'm hanging out with my foster sisters. I've got it made. FosterHuMom says I should "market" myself. Um... yeah. Whatever that means. I hope she's not expecting me to go sit up on some store shelf and see if anyone picks me up and reads my label! But I will say that if you might think having me in your home would be a great thing, then please email my FosterHuMom. Her information is howlinsleddawgr@sbcglobal.net. You can also check out other rescued sled dogs by going to NorSled's website: www.norsled.org. Hope to hear from you soon!
the Girlz
(with Cache)
3 comments:
Debbie and pups - SIMPLY wonderful blog. Loved the pictures, but how can you go wrong with all that husky fur!!!
Miss Debbie!!!
I'm lovin' your blog...lovin' the pics!!! Your dogs are sooo beautiful!! Very cool!
Debbie,
Congrats to the launch of your great blog site. I really enjoyed reading it (and a good job filming;-). Sierra and I just came back from a dog park. She is always friendly to other dogs and their human companions, and that often opens up a whole new conversations with neighbors we have never met. Many think she is a puppy because of her size and perkiness, and we tell them her real age and how she came from Norsled. If you see a noticeable surge in adoption inquiries from SF, we will gladly take a full credit for it!
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