I went to my forever home on February 16, 2024!
- 02/07/2024 – Good Girl!
- 02/07/2024 – Sock Hop
- 02/07/2024 – Ball in a Blanket
- 02/07/2024 – Self-Toss
- 02/03/2024 – Obedience
- 01/31/2024 – Fetch
- 01/31/2024 – Toy Choices
- 01/30/2024 – Good Girl!
- 01/30/2024 – Toy Run
- 01/24/2024 – Southside
- 01/24/2024 – The Ball Bounce
- 01/24/2024 – How Much is that Doggy in the Mirror?
- 01/23/2024 – Chief Manipulator
- 01/21/2024 – Squeak That Ball!
- 01/21/2024 – The Way the Ball Bounces
- 01/20/2024 – Cold Weather Stick
- 01/20/2024 – Feast for a Queen
- 01/20/2024 – Give me a Plate!
- 01/19/2024 – Snow Dog
- 01/18/2024 – Sock Toy Times Two
- 01/15/2024 – Dancing for Dinner
- 01/14/2024 – Stalker
- 01/14/2024 – Dinner Dance
- 01/13/2024 – Dyson Time
- 01/13/2024 – Obedient Peraza
- 01/13/2024 – And the Toys go UP!
- 01/12/2024 – The Snowman Really Didn’t Need That Hat
- 01/11/2024 – Ready for Dinner!
- 01/11/2024 – Lazy Toy River
- 01/10/2024 – A New Leash on Life
- 01/09/2024 – Yum!
- 01/07/2024 – Flip the Toy
- 11/22/2023 – Meow Mix
- 11/22/2023 – Sisterhood
- 11/12/2023 – Helene & Her Buds
- 11/12/2023 – Lucia & Her Buds
- 11/12/2023 – The Gang
- 10/21/2023 – Tummy Time
More About Me: Siberian huskies need jobs. Boredom creates havoc with them. Do I have a job? Of course, I do! I am a drum majorette. That person (or dog as the case may be) who leads the rest and prances with her head and tail held high and maybe carrying a stick, that person/dog, that would be me. I am a regular youngster, as playful as I can be. I refuel and play again. It’s a way of life for me. All toys are mine. I’m very good about playing with my toys and leaving things alone that don’t belong to me. My foster dad has taught me commands, but, remember, I am a Siberian husky. Whether I listen or not is a whole different story. The one thing he tries to teach me that I refuse to acknowledge is fetch. I will go after the ball. I just won’t bring it back. Doesn’t that tell you I’m a true Siberian husky? One cute trick my foster dad says I have is self-untangling from a leash. Isn’t that cute? I’m a loving little girl, too, very happy. I mean, how many sad drum majorettes have you ever known? My foster family says I melt into people as if I’m butter, and I love to go belly up and get tummy scratches.