A Working Breed’s Job Is Never Done

We Siberian Huskies are a Working Breed, which means that our job is never done. Even when we look like we are not working, we are actually focused on our all important tasks. Tartok is here to demonstrate.

Look closely.

Sure, it may look like I am just resting on the floor. But look closely.

Working Breed's Job is Never Done

I am actually making sure the hu-grandmom’s chair does not suddenly slide away from the table.

4 Comments

  1. houndstooth on June 25, 2013 at 5:42 pm

    I don’t know how they’d survive without you!

  2. Juno's mom on June 25, 2013 at 5:19 pm

    Too cute!

  3. Phantom, Thunder, Ciara, and Lightning on June 25, 2013 at 7:25 am

    And it always eems like no one else wants those hard jobs. Phantom works very hard to keep the gate from falling down here, The rest of us are supports for the walls.

    Woos – Phantom, Thunder, Ciara, and Lightning

  4. Ice 'n Ayla on June 25, 2013 at 2:31 am

    Good job, Tartok. You’re doing very well, keep it up!

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