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Rescue Round Up - BH #R23

Postby Folmes » Thu Feb 11, 2016 3:29 pm

Baltic Winters Sled Dog Association: Rescue Round Up

This baby was found along-side Lorenzo at a dog fighting ring. she has two small scratches on her front right leg. She is very afraid of storms and fireworks, and is most comfortable in small groups of dogs.

owner;; ~Lazy Lobbyist~
full name;; Dancing Down The Silk Road
call name;; Silk
age;; 5 Years
gender;; Female (Fixed. Can NOT breed)
colour;; Tri-colored Pinto (Red, Black, and White)
genotype;; kk/aa/Bb/DD/Ee/GG/irir/so/tt
have all the tasks been completed?;; Complete
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Re: Rescue Round Up - BH #R23

Postby $moke » Fri Feb 12, 2016 9:28 am

omh thank you so much,what a beauty <3<3<3

I am claiming my Baltic Husky!

full name;; Dancing down the silk road

call name;; silk


tasks;;

    Task 1 - Welcoming your new dog home - incomplete/Complete

    Task 2 - Bonding -Incomplete/Complete

    Task 3 - Gaining Confidence - Incomplete/Complete


    Task 4 - Training -Incomplete/Complete

    Task 5 - Your choice [optional] - Incomplete/Complete

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Re: Rescue Round Up - BH #R23

Postby $moke » Fri Feb 12, 2016 10:11 am

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And it feels like...home...

-task one-


You know whats pretty weird?
Oh ,that nobody seems to know the agramatically correct plural of "platypus" ?yes,that too. But i was actually thinking about how some of the most special friendships start with the most ordinary things. like gouda cheese.

Yes, if it where not for gouda,the friendship between me and silk would have never happened-it was about a year ago,when i was on my way to work. you have to know that im hella crazy about cheese,and while most people bring themselve a sandwich or a mcbreakfast or something ,i will never go to work without my box with the small gouda cubes inside,and i will never make it anywhere without already eating a quarter of them already my way.theese days, I had to pass by a rather large,fenced aera,wich belonged to the local part of the BWSLDA, or BalticWintersSledDogAssociation, an agency specially formed to take care of a farely new breed of sled dog,the baltic huskies (even though they actually cared for all sorts of sled dogs ,and sleddies in trouble all over the world coyld count on them)-they had builded a rescue center for sled dogs here a few years ago. I knew them mainly because of my anual christmas tradition of donating a certain sum of money and a big box of selfmade sausage cookies to them,and i also remembered watching their sled racings when i was small,but that was it back then. they mainly allowed the dogs to roam free in a pack inside the large area,complete with dog pool and little huts and all and I sometimes watched the rescued dogs a while while they where running around. during the last month,the kennel seemed way fuller than ever,mainly a negative side effect of the once rare breed increasing massively in popularity-so many people are surprised when they buy a new "fashion accesoire" and find out it has actually demands and feelings,and so a lot of dogs ended up on the streets,tied to a tree or where missused for some pretty sick stuff.This particular day,i clearly remember the surprise when i saw the dog standig so near to the fence that every bypasser could have easily touched it-normally,the pound dogs stayed away from the fence,minding their own buisness (or ,as I always thought,where pretty fed up with humans after all they endured),but this one seemed to observe the life at the other side of the fence ,following every passenger with its eyes. it was a surprisingly beautiful dog,a large,white creature with red and black spots sprinkeled over its body,but beside all beauty,it was a sight that made me kinda sad.especially because of its bad condition,the pure white pelt matted and its once sleek body dried out,skinny as a scarecrow and covered in various little bitemarks and scratches. Its hard to explain,but there was something chillingly lost about this husky,its scrawny body sort of crouched together and its tail between its legs,and as i came nearer,i noticed that this dog had the saddest eyes i´ve ever seen. i randomly sat down in front of the fence,smiling at the dog ,greeting it in a calm voice "hey,cheer up pretty lady (it was clearly to see that it was a female,especially by the delicate chiseled,narrow face)-have seen a lot of nasty stuff lately,huh? know what gets me back up all times?" i slowly pulled out one of my cheesecubes and reached through the fence. slowly,so slowly and endlessly carefull ,a long,pink tongue slithered out of the dog´s muzzle and reached out for the cheese,then grabbed it in a second and pulled it in. the husky licked its lips and stared at me for a second,then it jumped away,probably joining the others. that weird stare of her blue eyes stayed in front of my inner eye for a while,and the next day,i put some extra cheese into my box.After a week,she already waited for me,she must have scented me minutes before i was there,because no matter wich time i came across the fence,the tri-colored husky was always there,waiting for her daily cheesecube.it became a daily habit of mine that i held close to my heart,just a tiny little ritual but when i moved to the countryside,i realized how much it actually ment to me. I dreamed of leaving the city for years,and i would not miss the hectic,the crowds and the waste for a second,but when the soft,pink tongue snatched the last cheesecube from my hand,i knew that i was going to miss that dog.the thought of her waiting unavailing for me touched me more than it probably should.

My new house was a dream come true-just a tiny lil home cuddled between the dunes,with a whole lot of free space just for me to chill...the sea always in sight,and with six months of beautifull,refreshing winter.i have always been quite the winter´s child,frolicking in the snow and enjoying the colder temperatures. But somehow,something felt ...unchilled. as if my home wasn´t finished yet,something was missing...i needed two weeks to come to the conclusion what it was. first,i could not believe it-could the absence of me feeding cheese to a weird dog really make me feel so un-homely? well,i had heard stranger things.

I left my home early and returned late the next day,and when i opened my cargo bay,a white lightning jolted out and vanished into the big barrel i had placed in the garden,exactly where it would be easily to observe from my window. then i sat down on the window sill ,for i thought that she would probably need a bit of time to acclimate with her new enviroment. I watched her exploring her new home: the cuddly,dark red fleece pillow that made the barrel warm and comfy,the waterbowl and the white feeding bowl with the pile of dog food and a lil gouda cube on top.she even noticed and sniffed the little banner i pinned above the barrel´s entryhole,the banner wich read "welcome home." i sighted in comfort and stretched myself out on the sofa,smiling in content-now it truly felt like home.and not just for me: at first,she has wandered around the garden restlessly,strictly avoiding to come too close to the house ,but as i looked outside again,i saw a ball of white,black-and-brown spotted fur curled up inside her barrel,sleeping peacefully.

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Re: Rescue Round Up - BH #R23

Postby $moke » Fri Feb 12, 2016 10:17 am

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I dont mind seeing you doubting...
~task two~


Next morning,the first thing I did was rushing over to the window. For a few seconds my eyes widened as I saw the empty barrel ,but just a heartbeat later I let out a sight of relieve wenn I saw a scrawny white figure hushing through the bushes-at least she discovered her new enviroment, that was sonething I found extremely sympathetic: insanely curious myself, I was happy to see the same in her ,for some reason i had found it sad to see her all dense and uninterested in the world. I sat down on the floor with a cup of tea and yesterday's leftover pizza for breakfast, my laptop in front of me, reading through the email I got from the BWSLDA-last night, I asked them for my huskies history, or at least for what they knew of it.as I read through,my pale hands grabbed into the carpet in the most violent way while my eyes filled with anger-my shy spotted ghost ,my fragile little lady with the lost blue eyes ,had been rescued from illegal dogfights, wich explained the healing bites and scratches on her body. Just the mere thought of this so insecure,peacefull face baring her teeth to a menacing grimace, her pure pelt spattered with blood she was forced to spill...

I went out with a bag of dog food and our obligatory cheesecube, and sat myself next to the feeding bowl, rustling with the food's bag. It took quite the time but after some minutes I saw the dog slowly walking nearer ,ears pinned back on her head and her tail hidden under her belly.ready to run of in a second,she lifted her head and gave me a glance filled to the brim with questions and doubts-and I could fully understand that.sure ,she had never experienced anything but kindness from me ,but now was no guarding ,save fence between us so who guaranteed her that it was no trick?that I would not wait for her to come in my reach to snap her neck and shake her?hit her?force her to do things against her will? It was the cheese that finally convinced her as I held it in her direction as always, and in a second ,some sort of recognition was seen on her face as her ears flicked forward for a blink.fast as lighting, a soft tongue jolted towards my hand and made the cheese dissappear. After that, she turned to the feeding bowl, constantly looking back and forth between me and the bowl, undecided wether it was save to let me unfocused for a second or not.I didn't took that personal-she knew most people only as enemies, and now she was here all alone ,basically in the enemie's land...would have been nervous too. I sighted quietly and slowly took a few steps away from the bowl, wich finally won her over-with surprisingly un-ladylike slobbering she inhaled her breakfast as if she hadn't eaten for weeks.wich might be the thing she thought-yes,during her weeks at the rescue center her bowl had been filled daily, but who knew how many times she was left starving before she was rescued?and how should she knew this new service wasnt only temporary? Lost in though I watched my dog eating like a pig, and I couldn't remember that I have ever seen anything more joyfull.

During the day,i just went on with my daily routine,but made sure to spend as much time as possible in the garden-i acted as if the pretty tri-colored dog where completely invisible,wich is probably the oldest trick in the world if you have to convince somebody that you´re completely harmless. I wanted her to get used to me beeing around doing weird stuff,and i hoped that after this,her curiosity would wake up. And indeed-it was late noon and i was sitting on a treetrunk out in the snow reading a book,as i felt something poking my leg,and when i slowly looked above the pages and down ,i saw the huskie´s pink nose busily exploring my legs.beside her shyness,she was still sort of an explorer,easily fascinated with all things new,and now she considered me at least not vicious,she boldly explored my clothes,pockets and even nudged my cheek with her nose as i carefully bowed down.yes,when i made sudden movemendts she would shrug together,but she followed my every movement with her pale blue eyes-and for some reason,i had the feeling she found me...mildly amusing. I offered her my last crisp and gently scratechd her behind the left ear,wich made her first shy away and then come back,nudging my hand to command me to continue.I probably spend half an hour just sitting there,observing and grooming my dog until i had to go to the doctor-and as i left,she stood at the garden door,looking after me,wich made me strangely happy.As came back home this evening,she already waited for me,just as she did back then when i visited her daily at the shelters fence.

WHat probably moved me the most-and created the deep friendship i have with this dog till today- happened this night: i was suddenly scared out of my bed by a horrible scream,a despaired cry for help,and as i looked out the window,i saw the trees shaken by quite the heavy storm.thunderstorms are common for the season,and i actually liked them a lot,especially watching the lightnings -but someone else was obvioulsy anything than fond of storms. The wild jowling my dog let out in panic hurt both my ears and my heart,and within a second,i stood outside,yelling against the wind "come over here,fluffbutt!" But she just continued to run in hectic circles,cowering down,jumping up again,all this accompanied by jowling and pitiful whimpering.the poor animal was so caputred in her own fear that she was completely separated from everything else,unreachable for my voice.this was obviously not just "a little fear", this was a legit phobia.I sighted and just stepped over,wrapped my arms around the panicking dog and lifted her up-it was actually scary how easily i could lift the large animal up,she was way lighter than she should have been...but in this case,it was a luck,for it was difficult enough to keep holding the dog. somehow,i reached my house and bedroom,and there i just dropped myself on the bed,wrapping my blanked around the husky and wrapped my arms tightly around her.I softly hummed the "jingle bells"-melody into her ears,softly and mechanically stroking her head. she continued panicing,but after a few minutes,she seemed to come back from wichever creepy world she had been trapped.with a shivering sound that sounded like a deep sighting,she burried her had under my chin,huffig exhausted,and i sunk back onto my pillow,pulling the blanket over me and my dog ." guess ya sleeping here untill the weather changes...never thought sharing the bed with a giant wet dog would be that comfy." i murmured with a tired grin befor i closed my eyes,my cheek leaned on the warm,silky fur.
Next morning,she was still there,peacefully sleeping,as when i got up,she followed me around as if she had never done anything else.


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(silk sporting her usual accesoires she wears when she´s not pulling a sleigh)

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Re: Rescue Round Up - BH #R23

Postby $moke » Fri Feb 12, 2016 10:22 am

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I wanna give you wings and the courage to fly,for you shall know i´ll catch you if you fall...
~task three~


During the next day,i was constantly followed by a large, spotted shadow- thanks to the last night,my fluffy companion had seemingly declared me as her personaly guard against storms,loud sounds and all other things creepy,and as long as she knew me by her side she completely let go of her former shyness,enthusiastically exploring the house. Even as the doorbell rang,she did not run away but hid behind me instead,curiously looking at the door from behind my legs,tail wagging and ears straight forward. My sister entered the room in a small whirl of snow and stopped short,her face the ultimate personification of "wth?!" once her eyes met a double pale blue stare . "whats up with the dog,Slyran?" she asked,left eyebrow risen up,while i just took place on the floor with my dog immediately doing the same. "well, good morning too you too,ginnie.lovely weather,huh? and if you wanna know it in detail-i just liked that dog a lot,so i brought her from the shelter and into my new home.would not be the same without her-we´re cheese bros ." i answered with a shrug and put my arm around my dogs neck in compassion. Ginnie just shook her head in disbelieve "do you even know how to dog?! " i got up and took a few steps towards her "nope,not a bit...but thats alright i guess,she dont know how to people either.shared learning process i say." my dog eyed ginnie quite sceptical,as if she felt that my sis had similar views towards her,and so just stayed safely on the floor with a few meter security distance between them. so i started to stroke over my sis´s head, murmuring in a deep,calming voice "ginnie is a gooood girl,look darling? " ginnie was plainly weirded out by now,but her face switched to a grin as she understood was i was doing-seeing me interacting with ginnie in a way i would do with a friendly dog took the fear and scepsis away from the husky,and a few minutes later,she sniffed her leg,her tail wagging constantly. i was surprised how much impact my behavior had on her-once she saw that i dared to do something,it would give her the confidence to do the same. in a hearbeat,my rescued dog won over my harsh sister´s heart by promptly licking her hand,and with a small sight she sat down on the floor next to me ,with the dog blithely squeezing herself between us so she would be stroked from both sides. "she´s...sort of traumatized,huh? " i nodded ,a sudden spark of anger lighting up my eyes "yeah,she is i fear...but i guess getting forced to fight for your life against your own kind,day after day would melt almost everybodies confidence away." i said, and with new determination i added "but if you loose something,you gotta search for it,and if you do it right,you´ll find it. im going to help her to find her courage back ,no matter what-she´s almost fearless with me,you have seen how fastly she gained confidence once i demonstraded that youre harmless.so the only thing she needs to learn is that she does not need me for it,that its in her and she can be perfectly brave on her own.always depending on someone else would be a sad life. " i looked down at the adorable white mass of fluff that snuffled with pleasure as i scratched her behind the ear,rolling herself on her back to get some belly rubs. here,with us,she seemed so relaxed and confidend,and i had declared it my newest mission to make this her permanent state. first,people.then fireworks.and at last...maybe she would be able to take a nice rainy walk with me outside when it was storming. i knw how annoying and stressfull it was to be controlled by the fear of the most stupid,daily-life things,and she deserved better than that.

From then,i worked hard to help Silk -i just got used to call her that,it happenend somehow and stuck to her- to overcome her fears. Most important,i wanted her to understand that neither people nor dogs are neccesarily enemies or dangerous to her,and so i just decided to go with the good old inurement method: whereever i went,i took her with me.meetings,lectures,snackbar,the park,the busy streets...i always took her with me,friendly and relaxed greeting every dog and most people we met,and so,after a few days,she got used to others beeing around her.i showed her that its harmless to meet others,and it took not long until she started to make her own steps towards new humans or dogs,she had learned to openly get to know others and form her own opinion of them instead of blindly labeling everyone as a threat.And soon,she began to feel way more comfortable with a few dog companions around,she seemed to enjoy beeing in a "pack situation" the most-playing,running,wrestling,it was surprisingly but the dog i knew as shy and reserved was actually quite the social butterfly towards her own kind.

After hjer getting used to a normal,social daily life,i decited that it was time to work on the deeper fears-the mail form the rescue center had stated that she was deeply afraid of fireworks,new year´s eve at the shelter had been a horror for her,so much she had to get sedated. i started with the smallest step possible- thoose little firecrackers for the kids (wich i personally enjoy a lot),the ones that tunr into a little hissing fire wheel. we went to the local dog park,mainly because it was a wide,fenced area,and since it was in the middle of the night,we where completely alone there. i unleashed silk and lit one of the crackers,causing her to storm away in panick after letting out a loud,earpierinc shreak. wich i completely ignored.i wanted to give her the freedom to run away as much as she wanted,forcing her to stay would have caused nothing than more panic,and in the worst case,she would have started to connect me with the fear she had to endure,destroying the friendship we had formed.i wanted to let her decide on her own when she felt like coming closer. i acted as if nothing happened when she came trotted back after a while,tail hidden between her legs and eyes flickering with panic. she gave me an asking look,and i just smiled and shrug my shoulders "dont you worry,its harmless." i said in the most bored tone to give of the feeling that firecrackers where nothing worth even a second glance. i lit a second,a third and a fourth,ignoring my dog running away like crazy,and when i was at the fifth,she stayed at my side,still alarmed but now with a certain curiousity in her eyes. the prise she earned for staying here until the cracker was completely burned was immense,i made such a big deal out of it as i normally would do on somebodie´s 100th birthday. cheesecubes,extra petting sessions,a lot of admiring words chirped in that weird high voice most dogs associate with something positive...i have never seen somebody as proud as silk at this day. we continued to burn a few crackers,and after each one,she became more relaxed,and at least she wagged her tail as i lit our last cracker, exitedly waiting for all the praise she would get after the flame withered away.we kept this procedere during the next week,every night we would go to the dog park and burn firecrackers. after every three days,i brought bigger,louder and wa more sparklier fireworks,and after three weeks,i could fore rockets into the sky and she would just stand there and follow their way up to the stars.Now the fear was gone,she probably started to see a certain beauty in the exploding lights,and maybe connected them mentally with all the positive feedback she got during our training...whatever it was,silk finally enjoyed fireworks as much as i do,wich made me almost as happy as the fact that she had proven herself stronger than her fears.

The only thing she never fully won against was her mortal fear of storms-no matter how often i tried to bring her out during such weather,she paniced,and insisted to stay in my bed under the blanket.i guess it was just one of theese phobias you never get used to,no matter how often you find yourself thrown into that certain situation...and so i was never able to convince her to leave the house during a storm.but at least,we where able to abstract her from her fear when we where surprised by a storm when we where already outside.it works best during her playing session with other dogs.it is hella weird,but she is just so focused on the play,all her thought circulation around the next round of tag or the next move in her glorious play fights that she often not even recogniced that it was storming,and just played until the storm was over. Thats at least something,as long as her fear dont stops her from doing what she wants,i guess she can live with it-and who knows,maybe she will just stop playing one day,notiocing the wild wind blowing and shakes it of with a shrug,throwing herself back into the game.


It took about two months,but finally,Silk was the curious,open-minded,confident and adventure loving dog she was born as,the shy,submissive creature controlled by fearher former "owners" had turned her into was finally gone.She didnt needed me anymore to tell her everything was going to be okay,she would just go and see that by herself.yes,she is still scared sometimes,but she knows that she can dare to be brave,because i will be there to save her if anything goes wrong,and her three best friends (who are by the way: marcy the dachshund,salva the german quaildog and benett the pitbull ) will do the same. finding someone who believed in her helped her a lot to believe in herself again.I was extremly proud of her,for fighting down your worst fears is something so many dogs and humans fail at ,its probably one of the hardest challenges you can put yourself into.after our ant-fear-training,i really tiped my hat to that dog.


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Re: Rescue Round Up - BH #R23

Postby $moke » Fri Feb 12, 2016 10:26 am

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Too much thoughts for my head,to much energy in my legs...let´s set them free!
~task four~


When i first met Silk,she gave off a pretty intelligent vibe. but i had never guessed this husky mutt was that energetic, mind-and bodywise. It started a few weeks after our training against her fear of fireworks-once there where no more daily training sessions,she started to get restless in the evening,and on the days she could not accompany me on some adventure because i just decited to stay at home ,watching splatter films and eating nachos all the day,she clearly showed how little she thought of such behavior. she sat herself directly in my view,blocking the screen with her puffy,stubborn face that spoke as clearly as if she was actually using my language : "slyran you nerd,get up and do something interesting,im gonna diiiiie of boredom in a few minutes! come on,entertain me,you know you want iiiiit,dont let me dieeee!" if that was not effective,she stepped up,pushed her nose on my face and nudged me until i gave up and did something to entertain her,mostly wandering through the woods or hiding some treats for her to find. but it was clear that this was not enough for her,and so iquickly decided that it was time for silk to get some hobbies of her own.

And so it was time for a quick call to the BWSLD-Rescue center again. The whole time,theese peeps where thebest help i could have wished for,especially during the first time when i had to learn the basics of how to dog. feeding,necessary vaccinations,the most comon diseases and grooming tipps,i got everything from them and could always call them up if i thought something was wrong,even in the middle of the night.It felt awesome to know someone out there cared almost as much for silk as i did. This day,the friendlyvoice on the telephone directly confirmed my theory : baltic huskies are dogs with an enormous need of movement and entertainment,they want challenges of both body and mind,as much as one can offerthem. the first thing thatt came to my mind was trick dogging,wich soon became silk´s new favorite thing.

-some of the trick learning goes here-
-pushing a trolley
-drinking from a cup
-getting shot
-highfive
-opening doors with and without key

Sledding -day 2
Another thing that comes naturally with havintg a big sled dog at home is ...well,teaching her how to pull a sleigh. Even though i have to say there was not much "teaching" involved,the stuff breeders say about thoose dogs is apparently true: sledding seems to be part of their basic knowledge,pulling something through the snow at high speed came just naturally to her,and i have never seen heras happy as when she comes back home after a long sled tour through the open fields-it just challenges all of her senses,her speed and stamina,and it helps her the best to let all the bubbling energy out of her.The she is finally able to curl on the sofa and watch bad horror movies with me.

Learning how to sled was surprisingly easy: at first,i changed her collar with a fancy bordeaux leather harness ,wich stayed on her during the whole day-at first she was a bit irritated,but after ten minutes she had already forgotten it was there as we wandered thourgh the snowy fields.there are way more interesting things for a dog outside thanher own clothes. At noon,when she was completely used to her harness,i took a long leash and clipped in onto the harness before i released silk into the garden where she first wondered about the weird thing following her around wherever she went,but after a certain time,she got used to this too-weird,unexplainable stuff never bothered her much as long as it came from me or other friends,she just took it as it was ,faithfull that none of us would ever do something harmfull to her. Next step was a huge pillow that i fixed onto the leash,finally followed by her first sled. To be honest,it was neither the most professional nor the prettiest sled around,for it was just the old wooded sleigh ioften use for riding down the hills and slopes behind the house.nope,this is not just for the kids. I had "upgraded" the sleigh with a pair of wooden rods wich i could fix to her harness ,so she would not be in danger of the sleigh crashing her from behind once it was faster than her or she stopped suddenly. I was exited as heck as i first put her to the sleigh,but she acted as chilled as if she had never done anything esle. i watched her prancing around in pride,the sled with the tiny bells following her smoothly,andthen i could not resist -i just HAD to take a seat. when she noticed me on the sleigh,she firstly stood in wonder,but i just clicked my tongue and she continued walking around the garden. I enjoyed myself beeing pulled thorugh the garden ,completely letting her choose where to go at first-directing her would follow later. For the first day,it was more than enough,and i had never though that this would be so much fun.
Last thing to be said is that my first dog sleigh ride ended for my with the face in the snow-i guess i was just a bit too confident,because i suddenly gave silk the command to run-wich she did immediately,always happy for the occasion of a good run. unfortunately for me,i had forgotten that there was nothing to direct her,and so she just sprinted forwards before making a quick turnaround as she went after a small bird,completely ignoring my demand to stop,and i ended up getting skidded off the sleigh and into the snow. At least,silk came back immediately to check if i was okay,and to be honest...getting thrown out of the sharp corner at full speed is a fun of its own ,as long as you land softly,and so we went back inside laughing. and i could have sworn that silk grinned to,she had a pretty expressive facefor a dog.

Sledding-day 2
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Re: Rescue Round Up - BH #R23

Postby $moke » Fri Feb 12, 2016 10:28 am

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I mean...why not?
~task five/bonus~


Things wich will go here:

basic facts ´bout silk
a few harnesses and other doggie acessoires i´ll design for the cutie
maybe finding a dog friend (or even a sled team) for silk
𓆝𓆟𓆝amos|mouse &catfish dad|inactive |in love with the sea𓆝𓆟𓆞

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