And for the second stop on the birthday train here at the compound, todays pic changes honor everyones favorite tolken Siberian menance hanging out with the malamutes (and trying not to get eaten) Happy 6th Birthday (gotcha day) to Lakoda! (Koda, short bus, Kodapants, fancy pants or just plain pants...and especially known to her Auntie Joan as Jaws, ouch, or you cheeky little....) She more came to us, a very very skinny, very naughty girl dragging this totally clueless rescue volunteer around at Pet Expo. I got a text from Dave at work with a pic, asking if he could keep it. She was unruly, dirty, and obviously had something wrong, but I gave in because the idiots were going to foster her with a cat, and 90% of the people who had expressed interest in her had absolutely no business owning a Siberian. (People with wild, crazy children, no fences, cats or other small critters and people who just said stuff about they are soooo cute and I have always wanted one since I saw..... fill in movie here that fills up rescues later) Oh...was she sick. Giardia....over and over again, ad just about any other parasite that strolled through the door. Vet trips, carpet scrubbers and pouring boiling water all over my yard in the dead of winter. The vet said she had about 2more week without treatment and she would have been a goner, poor little thing was 33lbs of skin and zippo coat when we got her (she about froze her first winter, we almost got her a coat) The timing was right I guess, cause we saved her, but she also saved us, and Astro, from one of our darkest hours when we suddenly lost Sydney. The boo trained up a good replacement, cause she did the best she could pull Astro out of his depression and make us laugh and snuggle when we needed it. Now, at a healthy fly-weight of 45lbs of solid siberian insanity, Koda tries to act in charge (mearly cause Pinkers thinks its funny to screw with her). She tolerated being the only source of sanity for us, being like the little divorced kid shuttled between two separate nations when we had to keep Astro and our foster boy Dakota seperate, and no matter how wild the visiting child is, Koda loves every minute of them (cause wild kids scare Astro, he hides until they are gone) She is a best friend and playmate for Astro and Jackson, and a constant source of bullying and stalking for Pinkers (but she keeps her around because she knows Koda is faster, therefore useful for catching all intruders in the yard) Koda is the official malamute exercise program. Who needs a treadmill, just put them in the yard and she will figure out a way to get them to chase her. She is my mighty little funny bunny in weight pull, and is just awesome if she can pay attention for that entire 60 seconds. Pretty darn good with sledding demos with kids as she loves to run, but along with Jackson has no problem with being surrounded by kids when we stop, she just sits down and covers them with kisses. Koda doesnt march to the beat of her own drummer, she has her own damn band. She is smart, yet does the dumbest stuff (thats cause her brain and her feet will never keep up with one another) but can always get away with it to daddy with snuggles and love. She knows she cant win a fight, so she just runs like hell and hopes you get too tired to keep up. Technically she is housebroken, yet insists upon seeking attention or showing her wrath by peeing on the rug in the hallway. (Giving Pinkers a bath and ignoring her...fine... she will pee in the hall) Oh well, she is the reason I bought a carpet scrubber anyway. Oh, and never let her ride loose in a full size van with seats. Its like watching a whack-a-mole game in the rearview mirror. Figured I would pay tribute to the goofball since she often seems forgotten due to the mightly malmutes she claims as her pack. (Pinkers says you can have her)
Posted on: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 14:43:02 +0000
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