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Tanacross Kodiak Frost, CGC. 6/20/1991-12/31/2004. Stubborn, silly Kody. Our first Siberian and Joyce’s first dog ever. We worked for four years in obedience and earned only one qualifying green ribbon. At one trial he picked buttercups during the heeling exercise and finished with one in his mouth. He was an atypical Siberian who would walk with us off leash or run beside Bob’s bicycle around the neighborhood – as long as he wanted to go in our direction. He always had a good time no matter what, even when we put sunglasses on him for funny pictures.
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Anne and Mac
Ch. Kaimac's Krystal Wolf Here's
Lucy (Lucy) Ch. Krystal Wolf's Reason to Believe (Maggie)
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Terri and Ron
Sandy (honorary Siberian)
1995 ~ December 2, 2005
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Kascarams' Katie Two-Stripe
September 6, 1994 -- February 13,
2007
Mistress of the Hunt and Hiking Partner
Extraordinaire
She came to us as an impulse purchase, a "souvenir" from
the gig races in Newport News our first year back in the States.
She was our first full Siberian, and she taught us the true idiosyncrasies and independence of the breed. Obedience was a struggle, and running was fine until the scent of prey crossed the trail. She excelled most as my hiking buddy, and I quickly learned to trust her unerring instincts on the trail. She made a great show of finding her housemate, Tahoe, to
be an annoyance, despite his obvious infatuation with her.
And yet, when he was laid low with Lyme disease, she quietly crawled onto the edge of his bed and lay down, comforting him with her warmth. In the past year, she has been a wonderful mentor to the
puppy, Stoney. From his very first evening with us, he recognized
her as a force with which to be reckoned, and took his cues from the aloof old lady. It is hard to say which of the boys will miss her more. Hers was an impeccable internal clock. I fear that
we will all oversleep, and the boys will miss their dinner, without her
indignant dance to remind us of the time. Even unto the end, she never surrendered her alpha
status. I called her the Queen of Sheba, when she would stretch out,
sphinx-like, and wait for the world to come to her. Now our world will be a little less bright for her absence. Farewell, sweet girl. You remain in our
hearts. I'll see you one day at the Rainbow Bridge. We'll walk
across together
and go for a long, long hike. And finally, you can run the paths without a leash -- FREE. Dosslobos
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CH Marionhill's Daluma Wolfmoon
" Adak " Jan 25, 1994 ~~ April 18, 2007 Adak was a reluctant show dog who never much cared
for the show ring except for the time it afforded us to be
together. He loved walks and traveling with me on business trips. When
temperatures were cool he would frequently accompany me on overnight
business trips to Richmond and
Harrisonburg . We became familiar with many
parks in both cities and good dog walking places in between. He knew that it
made no difference if my dinner was take out or dine in, he
would always get a taste. Pizza may have been his favorite because he knew
he could always count on the crust coming his way. He was always gentle
and patient with the puppies here.. Even during the past six
months in an advanced state of senility, he never snapped or growled
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Krystal Wolf's Only One Not many people will recognize Taylor by her registered name. She had a very short and uneventful career in conformation that ended before she was out of puppy class. Although Taylor loved to be the center of attention, she wanted to be admired from a distance. She loved participating in parades. She ran on Santa's sled dog team during halftime of the Redskin's game. And she always had something to say to the trial help as she ran by at races. Taylor was a very sweet dog to her select group of friends and would bark at everyone else. When Mac and I took her to the emergency vet on Saturday night, we never imagined that she would not be coming home. Taylor got to be the center of attention at the vet clinic for one last time as she went into cardiac arrest within a few minutes of our arrival. We all miss her very much. Mac and Anne |
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Krystal Wolf's Season of the Witch
Kaspar was always a very different little
girl. From the moment she was born and she didn't want to make any noise
to prove she was breathing or nurse until she was absolutely ready, Kaspar did
everything according to her own agenda. She had a late start to her show
career with her very first show at just under 18 months. Her very first
time in the ring, in sweepstakes, she placed first in the class over a
bitch who already had her championship and multiple BOB's. Then there
were the days she didn't feel like showing -- it all depended -- on what we
were never able to determined, but Kaspar had her agenda. She enjoyed
running in harness as long as the team was not going fast -- slow parade pace
was good -- or if there were birds in the area talking to her, then she
had to sit and listen to the birds. She was not the least bit
disappointed to retire from both showing and running. It gave her more
time to pursue her true passions -- eating motorcycle magazines, especially the
expensive ones without advertising, and window envelopes.
When she lost the use of her rear legs
last fall, she was still pretty content with her
situation. Kaspar got the prime spot in front of the sofa, she
was fed first and she was the only dog allowed to spend the day out on the deck
where she could watch birds at the feeder, keep watch over the dogs
running in the yard and wait for motorcycle magazines or newspapers to be left
within her reach. She was doing fine until a urinary infection developed
complications that led ultimately to kidney failure. Kaspar is in a much
better place now with her motorcycle magazine and lots of friends and family.
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