Weekend Games for Siberian Huskies

The weather has finally turned more winter-like in temperature, though with brilliant sunshine. Of course, that is perfect Siberian Husky weather and enticed some fast pace weekend games.

Hey, Cheesewhiz, the weather is too nice for picnic napping. Let's have some weekend games!

Hey, Cheesewhiz, the weather is too nice for picnic napping. Let’s have some weekend games!

As you would expect, the lead instigator of all of the games was the Whirling Dervish himself – Typhoon. And his primary accomplice is his favorite target, Cheoah.

Let the chase games begin.

Let the chase games begin.

Cold weather is an amazing thing, but it energizes Nordic Breeds like Sibes. We think this picture sums it up perfectly.

Super Typhoon!

Super Typhoon!


Our post had already been created when the horrible news from France hit us. Our thoughts and prayers are with all of the victims of this attack and with the law enforcement, military officials, and first responders who risk their lives to protect us all.

Vive la France !

2 Comments

  1. Lori on November 14, 2015 at 7:19 am

    What a joy to see Sibe Gaming❤️And what grief over the events in Paris…

  2. Mom, Ice 'n Ebby on November 14, 2015 at 3:37 am

    Mom sez: I agree with you about the colder weather “activating” something within the Siberian Husky. Even our 13½ year-old IceMan has been rejuvenated by it, and is actually running, and TRYING to keep up with Ebby.

    And as for what has happened in Paris today, prayers for all those affected — families of those who died, for those injured, for the military, and the French Government, that these “radicals” be taken down and dealt with as they should be.

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