All I get is a lot of grief from those Kossok dogs -- I was such a cute, good-natured, little puppy -- who knew I'd end up having to keep three wild huskies under control when I grew up? It's a big job but I'm up to it.
The Management named this photo "My Baby Has Blue Eyes."
Nothing like a comfortable snooze on the couch on a cold, rainy Oregon night. I'm dreaming that I'm an Iditarod sled dog curled up in the snow after a long day of running on the trail! I need my rest because tomorrow I lead the team across Norton Sound and I'll need all my Siberian wits about me!!
I love this picture because it shows my total control over my human male -- he is feeding me cherry pie! From a fork, yet!
Here I am surveying the pits Feather has been digging in the pen. SHE calls it ART! Yeah, right, a regular Picasso! What a doofus! Well, this project keeps her out of other mischief so I guess I can be grateful for that.
Here I am, an old lady of 12 1/2. I think I look pretty good.