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He's gorgeous,like a big bear!.Lovely pics.

She looks amazing!Good luck to you and lucky her for finding such a good home!

Hello and Welcome from The Pawpack Huskies !!

Lovely video,beautiful dogs.Your husky was indeed a sweet puppy but he has grown into a stunning dog now!

I love all 4 equally,they are all so special and individual in their own ways,but.....Lycan is different.He is such a mummy's boy,and when we are out walking all 4 off lead,he will stay with me rather than follow the others.As a pup he was always like that,and I still wonder if that will change,but not so far,and that is something I really love him for.

Yes definitely.Out of morbid curiosity,I just spent 10 mins on a website called 'Preloved'.I was looking at all the adverts for huskies for sale.The excuses are priceless,eg,at 13 wks old she is now too big,we have a 2 yr old,and my husband works long hours etc,etc.Must have seen 10 young huskies or more for sale.What were these idiots thinking of when they bought them.Have to blame the breeders too ,to a degree.It's a sad world we live in.

Really good pics of 2 very beautiful huskies,congrats on owning them,you must be so proud!

She's a stunner! What a beauty.!

Thank you ,most welcome. I know from personal experience that even I have to admit I can relate to this to a certain extent.Many years ago I had 2 collies who were my original babies.When my children came along they had to take a back seat,and if I'm honest they didn't get as much attention as they had before.I would never have re homed them,and they both lived long lives with us until they passed away ,at the ripe old ages of 15 and 16. Life changes for people all the time,but when we make a commitment to own a dog,it has to be for life.

Our big boy Thunder is 38 kg,which I think is over 80lbs,whereas our other 3 range from 32 kg down to 26 kg.All different shapes and sizes!

So sad but so true. I have thought about posting this in the past,so now seems an appropriate time,it is quite similar and always makes me tearful.It serves as a warning to all of us ,especially when considering buying a puppy. When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love. " As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch- because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog" and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

Ours get an hour in the morning and an hour in the evening,always off lead,so lots of running,not just walking.The younger 2 really need to run,but the older 2 are more calm and I could probably get away with just an hour a day for them.

Aww,bless him.Ours are pretty good too,they all know they have to have their paws cleaned.Thats just about all I seem to do these days.....!!(and using the Dyson of course!!)

As you say,could have been worse!!.Worse in our case is when,in the middle of the Winter,they all manage to get out into the garden at the same time cos someone left the patio door open!!.They all go crazy,running around like loons,cos they're not allowed out together in the Winter and I'm there trying to clean 16 dirty,muddy paws!! And some people have to think about getting a 2nd husky....!!

Great pics of 3 beautiful dogs,but my favourite has to be Keera! Stunning!

Poor you,how awful and x3.I can really sympathise with you cos Thunder often has a dodgy tummy and I have lost count of the times I have come down in the morning to that horrible sight and smell.He has had several lots of antibiotics but I know it is something we have just got to learn to live with. .Thankfully the others all seem to have cast iron stomachs! Hope it's nothing too serious and they all recover quickly.

He is one beautiful beast!! stunning!!

Sasha is soooo lovely!!

Can't say I have ever noticed any major changes in ours.Oldest ones are coming up 3 and 4,and are already much calmer than the younger two. Our 2 youngest are just gone 1 and 18 months,and generally need more exercise and play.Between us they are never really left on their own for more than 2 hours ,so have never been destructive.They can all be left outside and don't dig or do any damage.I think all dogs are individuals,no 2 the same.

Aww,so gorgeous,looks like a guinea pig!!.Bet you can't wait,shame they don't stay that way for long.Good Luck!!

Absolutely Fab!!

Thank you!!.If you mean the red one,that is Sass!!

Thank you Liz,just proves what a lazy lot they are!!

Ooops, Sorry ,Have amended it now,think it was to do with my Ipad cos it was working for me,hopefully right this time,

Lycan and Mystie just chillaxing in the garden!! wkG3OgcXERA