I think all the blog readers have become quite familiar with Twinkie and Sky Kitty's FM and how life is there.  I thought I would tell all my readers how my life as an AAHI foster dog is at my FP's place - Camp Furricane.   First difference - we have ankle biters here and they stink!  FM calls them border collies and they belong to FM - not FD as he will be very quick to tell you.  Why FM wants these dang evil little creatures is beyond me.  You really have to be careful and watch out that they are not out and about stalking you when you come out of your kennel.  They come out of no where like a shark or something and nail you in the back of your ankles and before you know it, they are gone, stalking you again.  FM says they do something called h-u-r-t-i-n-g - well I will be the first to tell you they do HURT!  She tells us that they will keep us in line - well they keep us in the kennels, we are afraid to come out.  When they are being especially frantic FM has to remind them that we Siberians are not sheeeeeep - whatever those stupid things are.  Maybe FM needs to get some sheeeeeep so the ankle biters will leave us alone.  I thought it was bad enough when I arrived here that there was one ankle biter - then she went and got another ankle biter.  They tag team us!!  I am forced to jump on top of a dog house in order to save myself sometimes.

Other than the ankle biters, life at Camp Furricane is pretty cool.  I get to hang with my bestest boy, Sirius.  Sirius is a foster failure.  We live across the aisle from one another and talk back and forth to the coyotes at night.  FD yells at us for talking to the coyotes, but if he would just give us a cell phone we would not have to disturb his precious sleep.  Now that I am thinking about it, a blue tooth might be nice, then I can talk and chew on my nylabones at the same time.

Anyway, besides Sirius there are 22 other Siberians here are Camp Furricane, including fellow foster dog, Muddy.  Muddy can be a stick in the mud, pun intended.  He is a grumpy old man to me.  FM says he only likes girls and that I need to be nice to him since he is my kennel neighbor.  I tried to tell her that he isn't very nice to me and he smack talks me at dinner time.  When I try to talk back to him I get in trouble.  FM says I should know better and should respect my elders.  Phooey!    Me and Sirius will just hang out and torment him when we are out playing.  Speaking of playing, that brings me to my special kidz - the pups.  Back in July one of my homegirls, Lightning, disappeared for about 2 months.  We thought she had bailed on us - turns out she was knocked up!  Talk about drama around here!  We boys couldn't figure out who was the daddy, but Lightning spilled the beans and it turns out the papa is my boy Jack, another one of the FPs sleddogs.  Turns out it was some planned thing.  We were all wondering why Jack and Lightning kept sneaking away from the kennels in the middle of the summer.  Turns out the FPs were taking them to the scarey V-E-T place for some weird kind of tests or something, something about being a responsible breeder.  Anyhoo - she disappears for a couple of months and suddenly there are these two rug ratz running around.  Mini Siberians - two of them, named Willo and Isso. They are the coolest things around, 'fo shizzle!

I will see if I can get FM to take some pix of me and my homeboy Sirius and me with the kidz.  She did remind me to tell the readers that the kidz are NOT for adoption and that they are staying at Camp Furricane forever so don't even ask!

Lastly - I now have my blackberry up and running so email me - oak@adoptahusky.com