Sasha is only ten months old and a . . . handful...I meant
puppy, honest I did. Kit is 15 and a little old lady. The two (almost) even each other out.
Kit is (shhhh - I don't want to hurt her feelings) a "little" chubby but she's a part of the family and of course she gets too many treats - just like me. But don't call us names . . . and I'm sure, especially with this post, you might be thinking of a few. But be nice.
Sasha is a
Siberian Husky - with an eighth of
German Shepard. Kit is a
Sheba Inu. We got Kit from the
Multnomah County Animal Control when she was four months old. Some people call it The Pound and then there is also the
Humane Society, which are all great places to get a pet.
But volunteers make mistakes and Kit was labeled as a kitten so the kids wanted to name her Kitten. I compromised with Kit.
Sasha picked her own name and she is a husky so she can talk but that's an entirely different story for another post.