Mush!

The past couple of weeks, there has actually been snow fall. The first day it snowed I ran outside with her. I was hoping she would go running around, but she stayed at my side, as if she didn’t know what she was supposed to do. See, when we had gotten Shasta, I had a thought in the back of my mind, that one day, I would be able to have a sled dog team. Of course that would mean I would need to get more Siberian Huskies, but let’s just keep that a secret from my mom. Anyways, I even yelled “MUSH!” a couple of times, just to see how Shasta would react to it. She must have thought it meant up or something, because all I got from it was a giant dog standing on her back legs, looking into my eyes. I pushed her off and she kept jumping on me, so then I decided I would play with her. My little brother, Adam, would wrestle with her when she was inside, and so I had learned some new “moves” to use on her. One of these moves being an arm bar that UFC people use on each other, and well, Shasta did not like that. So I let her go and decided I would put her in a leg lock. Shasta, being a Siberian Husky, she is an extreme escape artist. She got out of all the moves I would put on her, and by the end, it seemed as if she had won, because I was so tired from having to chase her down. So this time, the victory had gone to dog, but not for long. One of these times, I will be victorious.

Above here are two pictures of my dog Shasta. She is a giant baby, and I love her very much.