Well, we had a busy week at my house. The same day that Lucky was adopted Angel moved to a different foster home. We did not want to see her go until she found a forever home, but we had to make room. If another foster home could take Angel, the 35 pound, quiet female, we could take two young, talkative brothers who were coming to MaPaw together. So, Lucky and Angel left and Rocky and Buck arrived. Then it really got crazy. Remember the old friend, Chena, who Mama and Papa visited with a package from us? Her mama fell and hurt herself so Chena is staying with us for a while until her mama feels better. We really enjoy visiting with Chena but we do hope her mama gets better quickly. Chena likes to sleep with Bailey in his bed.
Rocky and Buck curl up together on their blanket. That leaves a whole bed for me and a whole bed for Ananya. I like to practice my pathetic looks and make Mama and Papa let me sleep in their bed. Apparently with all the puppies coming and going, Mama and Papa got confused because they brought a tree into the house. Rocky peed on it to let them know it belonged outside, but they did not understand. I have to do my best to help Mama and Papa, so I sing them beautiful songs and keep my spot on the couch warm and remind them frequently that we need lots of walks. Being a foster brother is tough work sometimes.

Lucky joined his new family this weekend! They have been waiting to adopt their first dog, but they researched a few breeds to make sure they were choosing the right one for them. They first saw Lucky on MaPaw’s website and, despite the description of Lucky shaking a little dog, the son said he “had a feeling” that Lucky was the dog for him. He visited our blog again and again to read the stories and enjoy the pictures before he finally got a chance to meet Lucky. The whole family immediately loved our big cuddly boy. Lucky gave his friend Bailey some goodbye hugs and went off to his new family. He has been playing in his big, fenced yard and exploring his new surroundings. We will miss our silly, chubby Lucky, but he is so loved in his forever home.

Hi puppies. It’s me, Angel, again. My humans had a lazy weekend, which meant we puppies spent most of the time napping. They did take us on a nice long walk each day and we had a good time sniffing things. The humans took me out to the for a photo shoot as well. Since I am a Siberian Husky, I was completely uncooperative. I wanted to sniff the grass and root around in the shrubbery and chase the birds and squirrels. All the same, they got some pretty good pictures.

Lucky and the non-Sibes entertained themselves with some rowdy time in between naps. I’m getting along with Lucky better these days because he knows not to look at me anymore. I appreciate that he’s showing some respect and allow him to be petted by the humans occasionally. Naturally I still insist on hogging most of the attention. I realized after a couple days that the humans prefer if I potty outside every time, not just most of the time. I’ve decided that I now like to follow the man instead of the woman. He’s the primary source of food. When he leaves I get very upset and I have to run around whining and barking. Aside from those little disturbances, I’m getting used to life in the house. I like snuggling on the sofa and digging at my bed to fluff it. I’m still enjoying those growly rolls too.

While our foster parents celebrate Thanksgiving with family and friends, human and canine alike, we, the MaPaw foster dogs, would like to share a list of reasons we are thankful.

We are thankful for…

-escaping various backgrounds that were not healthy for us.

-warm places to sleep and plenty of food and water.

-our very fluffy tails.

-the many people who care about us enough to donate or volunteer.

-humans and canines to love unabashedly.

-our foster parents who love us and keep us safe.

-being able to laugh at ourselves (and others.)

-toys and friends.

-chilly weather.

-the families who will find us, fall in love, and care for us the rest of our lives.

People in uniform took me to a place called a shelter. It smelled like hundreds of other dogs, chemicals, and fear. It was horribly noisy and I was put in a metal cage where I wouldn’t be able to hunt for my food. The people there gave me food and never hit me, but I was so frightened I couldn’t think. Then a strange man and woman came to take me. The last time I let people take me somewhere, I ended up here, so I figured it would only get worse. I put out my legs and fought to stay in my cage where at least I knew what to expect. They are bigger than I am, though, so they got me out and took me outside. I was glad to be outside and away from the smells and noise of the shelter, so I relaxed my tail a little and sniffed the grass. They took me to a car and opened the door. Well, I may be frightened, but who doesn’t like a car ride? I jumped in and went with them.

They drove me clear out of the city to a much quieter place. They introduced me to the four dogs who live with them. I wasn’t really interested but four is a lot fewer than the hundreds in the shelter. I started thinking maybe I like these people. Well, the best was yet to come. They fed me kibble and rice every day, four times a day! I couldn’t believe how much I was getting to eat. My tummy finally felt full. Of course living on the street taught me that you never know when circumstances will change, so I wolfed down my food and searched for more. One time I was searching the livingroom and thought I was on to something so I growled to let the other dogs know that whatever I found was mine and they better just find their own. Well, you’ve met Lucky, but I think he’s not so bright because when I growled, sending a very clear message, he ran over to me and said, “Do you want to play?” I thought it was a trick and defended my possible food as best I could considering that he’s about twice my weight. I didn’t even get a scratch, which makes me wonder if he was even trying to hurt me, as I assumed at the time. Anyway, when that happened, the woman jumped up and yelled at both of us. I knew where yelling would lead, so I flinched and grunted preparing myself for the blows, but none came. In fact, after I flinched the woman stopped yelling and started talking softly again. I didn’t quite understand, but I liked it, so I decided to stick with her. I follow her everywhere now. Sometimes she waves her arms around and asks, “Could I take a step without tripping over a puppy?” I think it’s a rhetorical question.

I like the people so much I sit near them to try to get pets all the time. I tried to sleep in bed with them too, but they don’t let me do that. That’s okay because there is a soft place to sleep right next to their bed. I like it so much I roll around growling to myself every night when I’m getting comfortable. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to enjoy a good growly-roll. Then I go to sleep hoping I’ll wake up to breakfast the next morning.

Lucky and Angel checked out all the toys and treats. Angel just came to live with us that day and was excited to join in the activity. I will help her introduce herself in a few days when she is feeling a little less shy.

Okay, I am not so good at spatial relations. How do I get all these toys in this box?

Does anyone else think it is a bad idea for me to use tape? Fur, no thumbs, and tape seem like a bad combination.

Papa helped us wrap it (he has thumbs) but something is missing.

Lucky figured it out and added the finishing touch.

We were feeling pretty proud of ourselves.

We miss you, Chena!

Here Chena was lying on Mama’s feet listening to her new mama tell stories about her.

Chena’s mama also has thumbs, so she helped Chena open her gift.

Chena checked out the toys we picked.

It was nice to see that Chena is happy in her new home. I hope she likes everything we sent.

Hey puppies! It’s me, Lucky. Foster Dad and The Lady took us all hiking in the Pocono Mountains on Sunday. What a great time we had! We missed the peak foliage time, but there were still some gorgeous colors to enjoy. Magnum was in charge of carrying the water and snacks. Everyone had a job. My job was looking cute and agreeing to pose for some pictures

Oops! Someone left their chimney out in the woods. That’s me sitting next to my foster sister, Ananya the Newfie. My foster brothers, Bailey and Magnum, are sitting on the same broken piece of foundation.

Ananya and Magnum worked hard to pull The Lady up the big hill. It’s a good thing for her she has so many working dogs around to help her.

Hurry up, guys, let’s see what’s ahead!

Whoa! Check out this view! We could see a farm and a stream down in the valley. I bet at night time you could see a lot of stars from up here.

Foster Dad and I raced down the big hill, jumping logs and skipping from rock to rock. Of course The Lady lagged way behind us. I guess there aren’t many humans who can keep up with a Siberian Husky.

Okay, I tease The Lady, but she’s not so bad. We found that stream that we saw from on top the big hill. We all waded in the pool at the bottom of this water fall and got a cool drink.

We paused for a snack around midday. Bailey and I know how to keep our eyes on the prize. Magnum and Ananya are good puppies, but sometimes they’re a little too fluffy-headed.

Is this the same stream or a differnt one? Either way I’m sure there’s a squirrel out there who needs a good stare. Magnum’s right there to help me keep an eye out for them.

I hope we get more adventures like this one. I will end by gracing you all with a look at my fine fluffy tail.

One of my blogger friends, Turbo, recently posted about a Husky logo in his area, so I thought I should mention my favorite logo from Dieruff High School in Allentown. Here is the picture on their library page, which highlights our playfulness.

Here is another picture of one of their real live mascots.

Kiska IV is the current mascot. Here she is visiting with some of the students.

These awesome students don’t come from rich backgrounds or lives of privelage, but they raise money for MaPaw every year to help rescue more Huskies like Kiska. Thank Woo Kids!, It means the world to us!

That’s who I am and that’s how I feel! I used to live with a nice family and a Labby brother, but I escaped the house and caught what I thought was a squirrel. Oops. That “squirrel” turned out to be a neighbor’s dog, who recovered from the accident. It was an honest mistake, but the “squirrel’s” owner wanted to kill me, so I had to make an escape.

MaPaw saved me, but they didn’t have any foster space open where I could stay. They said something about a movie with Huskies in it coming out about a year ago and making lots of people want cute puppies who then grew to be big, energetic, and too much trouble for those people. It sounds to me like those people didn’t plan ahead very well. I’m six-years-old and still very energetic. I love to give hugs and kisses and more kisses.

Anyway, I had to stay in a kennel for two months. It was the only way to save my life, but I hated it. I got very stressed by all the other dogs there barking and howling. I had a small indoor space and a small outdoor space that didn’t allow enough room to get the zoomies and didn’t have a soft place to nap. I couldn’t play with the other dogs and got frustrated when another dog was outside my run. Some nice MaPaw people stopped by to take me for walks, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to get out of there.

Well, here’s the part where I start to feel lucky. The MaPaw people who took me for walks showed up last weekend and took me for a car ride. I tried to jump in their car every time we went for walks, but that was the first time they actually took me for a ride. Boy do I love car rides! We stopped someplace new where the man took me for little walks while the lady kept going in and out of a house getting other dogs for walks. I walked with a Rottweiler who I had met once already, a Newfoundland, and another Siberian Husky. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I was happy to be away from the kennel so I gave the people kisses and hugs.

After these introductions, the people let me into their yard and house. There was a lot more space than in my run. There was dirt that I could dig and grass that I could scruff. There were plenty of soft places to nap. It was a wonderland! Best of all, I made fast friends with the Rottie, Bailey, and he is my new constant playmate. We share the loveseat. We share his bed. The lady says Bailey is “tolerant.” That must mean super excited because that’s how I feel!


Bailey is only a year older than I am, but he gets tired much more quickly. He says I will not stay in this home with him forever. I will find a new home with more nice people. I hope they have a doggie friend for me who is as energetic as I am. We could play race down the stairs and jump off the furniture and body slam each other. I certainly am a lucky Lucky!