brian brown

Haven't been on for a while so thought I'd pop up one with my latest foster, Drexel, out in the snow the other day

Idiot! (not you)

Okie dokie Andy

@Andy, I found it via another forum so go for it Credit to TOTTSHR (Sorry had to edit link is not allowed) Heartbreaking story really, that's why I posted it. If it makes just one person think! My dogs are fine, as I said, I used to let Mishka off when she was younger, not any more, her prey drive kicked in, that was the end of that lol

Not my story lol. I used to let Mishka off when she was younger but not any more. My dogs are fine This is a story I found on another forum, heartbreaking

Very well written, saw something similar last year. This article was written by someone who works at SASS. They know what they're talking about

I have to say, I'm constantly reading on Facebook about people who let their huskies offlead in woods etc. I used to let my own girl off when she was younger, brought up with 2 collies, excellent recall, then her prey drive kicked in, not now! For anyone contemplating it, against all breed advice, take a read Edited to add, this is NOT about my dog, I found the article & just sharing http://www.siberescue.com/Common/Leash/leashTRUST.html "Trust is a disease: There is a deadly disease stalking your dog, a hideous, stealthy thing just waiting its chance to steal your beloved friend. It is not a new disease, or one for which there are inoculations. The disease is called trust. You knew before you ever took your puppy home that it could not be trusted. The breeder, who provided you with this precious animal warned you, drummed it into your head. Puppies steal off counters, destroy anything expensive, chase cats, take forever to house train, and must never be allowed off lead! When the big day finally arrived, heeding the sage advice of the breeder you escorted your puppy to his new home, properly collared and tagged, the lead held tightly in your hand. At home the house was "puppy-proofed". Everything of value was stored in the spare bedroom, garbage stowed on top of the refrigerator, cats separated, and a gate placed across the door to the living room to keep at least part of the house puddle free. All windows and doors had been properly secured, and signs placed in all strategic points reminding all to "CLOSE THE DOOR!" Soon it becomes second nature to make sure the door closes .9 of a second after it was opened and that it really latched. "DON'T LET THE DOG OUT" is your second most verbalized expression. (The first is "NO!") You worry and fuss constantly, terrified that your darling will get out and a disaster will surely follow. Your fiends comment about whom you love most, your family or the dog. You know that to relax your vigil for a moment might lose him to you forever. And so the weeks and months pass, with your puppy becoming more civilized every day, and the seeds of trust are planted. It seems that each new day brings less destruction, less breakage. Almost before you know it your gangly, slurpy puppy has turned into an elegant, dignified friend. Now that he is a more reliable, sedate companion, you take him more places. No longer does he chew the steering wheel when left in the car. And darned if that cake wasn't still on the counter this morning. And, oh yes, wasn't that the cat he was sleeping with so cozily on your pillow last night? At this point you are beginning to become infected, the disease is spreading its roots deep into your mind. And then one of your friends suggests obedience. You shake your head and remind her that your dog might run away if allowed off lead, but you are reassured when she promises the events are held in a fenced area. And, wonder of wonders, he did not run away, but come every time you called him! All winter long you go to weekly obedience classes. And, after a time you even let him run loose from the car to the house when you get home. Why not, he always runs straight to the door, dancing a frenzy of joy and waits to be let in. And remember he comes every time he is called. You know he is the exception that proves the rule. (And sometimes late at night, you even let him slip out the front door' to go potty and then right back in.) At this point the disease has taken hold, waiting only for the right time and place to rear its ugly head. Years pass - it is hard to remember why you ever worried so much when he was a puppy. He would never think of running out the door left open while you bring in the packages from the car. It would be beneath his dignity to jump out the window of the car while you run into the convenience store. And when you take him for those wonderful long walks at dawn, it only takes one whistle to send him racing back to you in a burst of speed when the walk comes too close to the highway. (He still gets into the garbage, but nobody is perfect!) This is the time the disease has waited for so patiently. Sometimes it only has to wait a year or two, but often it takes much longer. He spies the neighbour dog across the street, and suddenly forgets everything he ever knew about not slipping outdoors, jumping out windows or coming when called due to traffic. Perhaps it was only a paper fluttering in the breeze, or even just the sheer joy of running. Stopped in an instant. Stilled forever - Your heart is as broken as his still beautiful body. The disease is trust. The final outcome; hit by a car. Every morning my dog Shah bounced around off lead exploring. Every morning for seven years he came back when he was called. He was perfectly obedient, perfectly trustworthy. He died fourteen hours after being hit by a car. Please do not risk your friend and heart. Save the trust for things that do not matter

SASS walking belt & SASS training leads here, walk 4 huskies on it no problem, all were massive pullers. can't walk my girls without it now lol

No sorry, post is a year old, it does say at the top, SOLD

He certainly has He's gone to someone I know, 35 miles away, they come on walks i arrange so I'll still see him occasionally He's settled straight in so couldn't be better

My foster dog Luka 'dukes' left last Tuesday, I arranged a farewell walk for him last Sunday, didn't have time to upload pics until now

Me & my pack, left to right, are: Kira, Mishka (huskies), Deiffen, Tango (collies) Me & my current foster Luka (who's currently looking for a forever home)

The gruesome twosome lol

A couple more of me, again with foster dogs. only time I'll have my pic taken is with my dogs or fosters Diesel (foster) Blue (foster) Kira - Husky (mine), Deiffen - Collie (mine) & Diesel

Well p****d off! The jokers decided that suddenly we're NOT booked in for the weekend as there weren't any caravans free that weekend (sun offer) DESPITE telling us otherwise so looks like we'll be doing day trips but we WILL show our faces