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No, the large black and white guy is not an addition. That is Tartok, my mother’s Siberian. She is out of town for the weekend and we are keeping him for a day and night so that he does not have to be kenneled.
Now the first rule of thumb for Siberians is very simple – A Tired Sibe is a Good Sibe. So we went hiking – a lot. Here is a brief glimpse of what we did.
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And we certainly started wearing the boy out. Here he is at the top of Frying Pan Mountain and you can see the tongue hanging out.
All in all, I think we can claim we succeeded:
When we got back home, Kodiak and Tartok wrestled for another hour or so, but then were ready for bed. But, while Tartok had fun on his slumber party, he was a very happy boy Monday morning to go back to his own home and a little peace and quiet.
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