Here I am with my beloved soccer ball. Just after this photo was taken, my dad and I were playing and I popped it. Ooops. If I had popped it yesterday, I could have gotten a new one today for my birthday. Double ooops.
This is me when I was two weeks old. In the photo with the rest of my litter, I am the one on the far left.
Here I am at about six weeks. I have always looked a bit grumpy.
On the weekend we all took a drive to a place with a bunch of even grumpier dogs--malamutes! Mom and dad got my birthday present there, and I think it's better than a soccer ball.
That's right, it's a rig. The only problem is that I will have to share with Georgia. My fat huskador bottom isn't strong enough to pull it and my dad by myself, so I will need G's help.