- 9/13/2024 – Play With Me!
- 9/13/2024 – Sophisticated Lady
- 7/4/2024 – In Full Swing
- 5/11/2024 – Toy Story
- 5/2/2024 – The Water Cooler
- 4/13/2024 – Pip Squeak
- 3/30/2024 – Toy Wash
- 3/30/2024 – Siberian Fetching
- 3/25/2024 – Sticks & Stones
- 3/17/2024 – Friendly Fun
- 02/11/2024 – “Can’t we share this seat? It’s Super Bowl Sunday!”
- 02/01/2024 – Obedient Jasper
- 02/01/2024 – Ready for Dinner!
- 12/24/2023 – Crinkle Duck
- 12/02/2023 – Under the Tree
- 12/02/2023 – Game for You, Toy for Me
- 11/29/2023 – Shoes
- 11/29/2023 – Tug-o-War
- 11/29/2023 – Toy Time
- 11/26/2023 – TV Buds
- 11/25/2023 – An Exercise in Patience
- 11/25/2023 – Chew Toys are Better Than Football Any Day!
- 11/25/2023 – Tug-o-War
- 11/05/2023 – Breaktime
- 11/04/2023 – Perch
- 11/04/2023 – Zoomie Time
- 11/04/2023 – Come on! Get up! Play!
- 11/04/2023 – Powwow
- 11/04/2023 – Finger Lickin’ Good
- 11/02/2023 – Bobbing for Toys
- 11/01/2023 – Squad
- 11/01/2023 – First Choir Practice
- 11/01/2023 – Meeting the Pack
- 11/01/2023 – Toy Flip
- 11/01/2023 – Toy Toss
- 11/01/2023 – Wags
More About Me: Best winter dog around. You see, when people sit or lay down in my foster home, I wrap myself around them like a warm and toasty winter scarf or perhaps a warm and furry winter scarf. When my people are standing, since I can’t really wrap myself around them at that time, I give them hugs or I chew on them. I mean, I want to be as close to them as I can be, and they taste good. What can I say? I am all puppy, after all. So that means I have two speeds: full speed and zonked. You might enjoy my “zonked” speed, but you should understand all that means is I’m reenergizing. My zonked periods end long before humans generally want them to end, and it takes quite a bit to get me to that zonked stage. You dig? I dig. That means I’m holier than thou. It also means I am for sure a card-carrying purebred Siberian husky. That also means I must have an owner who is a leader, not a follower. I have been a sweetheart in my foster home – very playful and loving, but I also like to see what I can get away with … literally. A sock inside the hamper? Any goodies on the kitchen counter? Something interesting in the trash cans? Any cardboard in the recycling bin? A toilet paper roll that needs to be free of the paper that binds it? It’s all play to me. My best playful escapade is stealing my foster mom’s shoes from her feet! Everything I see is a toy. Your shoe? Toy! A pinecone in the street? Toy! Remote control? Toy! Your hand? Toy! These are actual things I try to play with in my foster home. If I can pick it up, get any part of it in my mouth, or dig at it – it’s a toy! So do you fit the bill? If you need a good winter scarf and want lots of loving and play, do I belong to you?