Kruise – May 2023

Kruise – May 2023

Cruise (known as Kruise) to our family was an amazing boy who came to live with us for a short span of time but filled our lives with so much love and light.  We were blessed to have this quirky old man join us at the age of 12, and he celebrated his 13th birthday in late November.  From the day we met him our hearts were filled with love for him as he moved into his final "retirement" home.  He was known as the stuffed animal thief in our home as he would quietly walk into the children's rooms and gently pull them off of their bed and take them to his own.  Sadly, he has passed over the rainbow bridge.

Though our time was short, we loved him very, very much and we know he is without pain, with his true pack,  and loving his new furever home (wherever that may be).

Love you Kruise Missal

Sugarplum – 01/03/23

Sugarplum – 01/03/23

Sora (formerly Sugarplum) has been quite a bit of work and in truth I constantly fought with my own doubts if she was the right dog and such. Especially her unknown reactivity to dogs and her separation anxiety. I was spoiled by my previous dog, Mizu who did not come with these issues and mostly was just very aloof and always did his own thing but always wanted to be at least in the same room.

I've come to realize it's almost impossible to find the perfect dog because these rescues are often fully grown and come with some bad habits with unknown history. Along with my still grieving process, I could only focus on Sora's negative aspects because they were the ones that gave me anxiety, so I fixated on her problems; and because I am still grieving I couldn't help but compare her to my previous dog despite how wrong it is. As I got more comfortable with her, got to know her triggers and us being more used to each other's quirks and strides, it's gotten better. What has helped most was when I introduced her to more family and friends who all adore her greatly. Seeing her play well with some dogs on a 1-on-1 basis also helped. These little things helped remind me of her positives and gave me a form of confirmation that she is indeed a good dog. I think all new relationships take work and we still have a long way to go but I am grateful to have her be so affectionate with myself and every person she's met.

These days, we mostly walk around my area and go to the dog park at night when no one else is around for her to have some zoomies and all in. We recently went snowshoeing for the first time over the new years and we also went off road camping together.

***Sora's adoption is dedicated to the memory of Mizu, who showed her adopter how amazing Northern Breeds can be.

Flint – 11/28/2022

Flint – 11/28/2022

Almost six months since he came to stay with me, and he's doing well. So much healthier than Zippo was.

I have only left him behind three times when I needed to go somewhere, and each time he escaped and wound up at a neighbor's. Since the third time I either find a dog-sitter or take him with me everywhere. Dogs are amazing creatures:  he knows when I change into good clothes that it means a trip someplace and starts howling.

I do volunteer drives for Island Senior Resources, taking people to medical appointments. He comes with us, and everyone falls in love with him. As I wait outside a clinic or office I've even had staff come out to ooh and aah over him -- and take photos! I have a supply of WAMAL bookmarks with him on them, and hopefully that creates some interest.

I went to the store him, including the Country Store in Freeland. It's one of the few places I feel ok bringing him in with me. As usual he was a big hit with customers and staff (so boring.) Happily he didn't pee on anything, but it was a mistake bringing him down the dog treat aisle.

The clerk at checkout took his photo and I gave her a bookmark since she said her daughter might be interested in getting a big dog.

He is dog #62 that I've adopted, and appears that he will wind up in my Top Ten favorite dogs if he keeps this up.

Thanks for helping me find him.

Dora – October 2022

Dora – October 2022

Dora had been doing very well, but not long after my last email, she became unable to put weight on her leg with the tumor. I was able to manage her pain and help her get around, but the tumor turned ulcerative and as of this morning I believe it is beyond the point of management. It’s a difficult decision, but I do not want her to suffer. I could spend a million years with her and it still wouldn’t be enough. I am so, so grateful for the time I did get with her. Dora is pure kindness and love with some delightful goofiness. I wouldn’t trade my time with her for anything. I am also very grateful for the kindness and support you all have given me.

Oreo Yoyo – 10/13/2022

Oreo Yoyo – 10/13/2022

Today is Bust Out Day!

11 years ago, Oreo Yoyo and 160+ of her closest kin were saved from a Darwinian nightmare in Helena, MT. These dogs became known as the MT Mals and the overall effort was Operation Malamute. It was a nationwide effort to find every last dog* a loving home. Several came here to be placed by WAMAL: Oreo (Yoyo), McKinley, DJ Fuzzbutt McGillicuddy, Strider, Quinn, Sugar, Littlefoot, Spirit, Lola, and more whose names escape me at the moment.

It was a long process, but Miss Yo has blossomed into quite the adorable little monkey. She was 35 lbs when we brought her home and had the most tragic coat I've ever seen, it was dull and brittle and not quite what I would call fluffy. Every meal might be her last, so she ate it before anyone else had a chance to. I'm sure she remembers where she came from, if for no other reason than to understand why it will never be like that again.

I always wish for the day when rescues are shut down because there are no more irresponsible breeders and puppy mills. Until that day comes, WAMAL and our family of rescue groups will keep working to place every dog who needs us into homes like every one of yours.

Flint – 09/25/2022

Flint – 09/25/2022

Flint came to the same home that his brother Zippo was adopted into. Sadly, Zippo's health deteriorated and he only lived two months in his final home. Flint missed a reunion, but he probably was aware of Zippo's scents when he arrived. Flint is much healthier and doesn't show his 11 years as he runs around on our daily walk in my acres of woods, splashing in the creek and chasing squirrels.

Flint's one negative is his seeming separation anxiety and he cannot be left at home without trying to break out and go exploring. He likes to ride in the car, so he accompanies his new owner everyplace possible or gets to impress a babysitter when he can't come along. It seems he is enjoying his new life, and his frequent woo's emphasize that.

Hoku – August 2022

Thanks to you all for supporting us and Hoku throughout her 13+years of entertaining and loving us.

She was our "Shooting Star" and perpetually happy puppy.

She will be sorely missed.

Thanks to WAMAL for introducing us. 

Zippo – June 2022

Zippo – June 2022

Although I was hoping the big guy would have some more months of easy retirement, today I sent him on his way, after only two months with us.

I believe the technical term for his condition was "a mess." I took him in on Friday for blood and urine tests and they indicated a few issues (early Cushings, thyroid deficiency, etc.) His mobility had decreased recently, although he did lose 11 pounds since I adopted him and was "down to" 138 pounds. But he no longer wanted to go on a walk, and had trouble lying down and getting back up. Vet said he thought there was cruciate ligament damage (maybe due to being overweight?)

He also continued to poop in his sleep every night, and leaked urine constantly. Near the end he slept on "gigantic" pee pads which he almost always stayed on overnight. I thought this was an early indication of DM (degenerative myelopathy) -- one sign of which is incontinence. He also stumbled sometimes and his rear legs shook.

Yesterday I discovered that he had chewed off (and ate) the tip of his tail. That meant a visit back to the vet, during which we talked about all the above issues and I decided his quality of life was diminishing; I held him as he died. (The vet said his tail was mostly dead tissue, so he probably didn't feel pain chewing it off. Plus there was not much blood at the wound site; another indication of dead tissue.)

Meika – June 2022

As if losing Kanuk earlier this year wasn't hard enough, we had to let Meika go today (aka Tatertot, aka Meika Buffet).

She just turned 10 this month, and sister to McKinley of Cheena's babies.

She was mouthy, demanding, and a lazy but she will be missed beyond words.

Zippo – 05/02/2022

Zippo – 05/02/2022

In March 2022 I lost two of my senior dogs. Only having three other dogs, I decided I could foster a younger dog through WAMAL. When I inquired about a two- or three-year old dog, I was told about 10 year old Zippo. He was in a foster home (not his first) but the family needed to get him a new place by mid-April. Not wanting to send him back to his kennel in Malley Valley, the foster coordinator told me about him and his foster brought him to my place for a visit to meet my current pack. It went well and a few days later the fosters brought him back, to stay, along with a box of his medications and supplements.

He was fine with my other dogs, and guests that came to stay for a few days. Overweight, he huffed and puffed on his walks, which became increasingly longer as he lost some ounces the first few weeks.

He turned out to be very affectionate and quickly picked up our routine, including a daily walk off-leash back in my woods in his new home on Whidbey Island. He is an expert counter-surfer, so some care needs to be taken in regards to leaving anything edible in his reach. (He even learned to open my refrigerator, so now the kitchen is off-limits and there is a bungee cord holding the door closed. And no, he did not get that piece of cake on the counter in the photo.)

One of his other former foster families visits him occasionally and seems happy to see him settled in a final home. His block in my greenhouse joins the many others, cementing his status as a permanent member of the pack. He is the 61st dog I've adopted; many were old or in poor health, so their time wasn't that long with us.

Zippo has many old-dog ails and his medications and supplements help keep his aging body comfortable during his retirement; his initial vet visit indicated he was "in good condition" for his size and age. As expected he howls when I leave the house, but I have understanding neighbors.

He may not be with us for many years, but he will have a comfortable place for as long as it's needed.

Kenai – January 2022

Kenai – January 2022

We adopted Kenai, a 9-year-old Malamute, in early August of 2021. His family had surrendered him because they were relocating and feared that he would not survive the trip from the Pacific Northwest to the East Coast. Originally, I was highly suspicious of this explanation and thought that they simply wanted to abandon Kenai. As time passed, however, I realized that they made what was a painful and difficult decision but one that was in Kenai’s best interest.

Kenai had a disease called megaesophagus, which is an enlargement and disfunction of the esophagus. Its underlying cause is often a serious neurological condition called myasthenia gravis. I thought that caring for Kenai would be easy – just administer his daily medication and feed him from an elevated bowl. A trip to the vet, however, revealed that caring for him wouldn’t be so simple after all. It was Kenai – not his bowl -- who had to be elevated, his water consumption had to be strictly monitored and controlled, and quite possibly his medication was ineffective.

When I arrived home with Kenai, Yuma, our 11-year-old Malamute mix, initially seemed to accept Kenai but very quickly attacked him and badly wounded the back of his neck. I wasn’t sure that the adoption was viable but segregating the dogs and slowly increasing their contact helped. So did Kenai’s non-threatening nature, as well as Yuma’s recognition that Kenai was ill and required special treatment. (Earlier, Yuma had been very conscientious in serving as the ears for Xena, an 11-year-old Mal/Husky mix who was deaf.)

Kenai’s adjustment to his new life and to the rhythm of our household seemed almost instantaneous. He was docile and actively friendly to all people and all creatures except deer. He was also extremely obedient – the first Malamute I’ve had who was actually obedient when he wasn’t acting to impress. (That quickly changed as his vitality improved – he became an affectionately defiant dog.) But I realized that he was more than affectionate and friendly – he fell in love with us and became particularly devoted to me.

The depth of Kenai’s love and devotion became evident one day when I was playing with Yuma and his favorite toy. Rather than give it to me so that I could toss it to him, he growled to indicate he wanted me to chase him. Kenai misread the growl as an act of aggression and immediately came to my defense, despite knowing very well that he was not a fighter. Had we not intercepted both dogs, the episode could have ended in catastrophe. But Kenai was unconcerned with his personal fate – his concern was with protecting me.

A pattern soon emerged in Kenai’s care. We would succeed in stabilizing his condition, he would thrive for a brief period, and then he would begin to decline. His neurologist was hopeful that we could stabilize him for a long period of time, but each new round of tests simply brought more bad news about additional complications. In January of 2022, his condition began to deteriorate rapidly. He passed away in the early morning of January 12, slightly more than five months after we adopted him. As he died, he was looking at me with the same mixture of devotion and admiration that he showed throughout his time with us.

In a well-known chapter in 1 Corinthians, the Apostle Paul writes about the importance of love. What we often overlook is why he argues that love is so important: it is the primary force, along with faith and hope, that transcends the boundaries of space and time and carries us into eternity. Kenai loved with the fullness of his being, and I pray that we will be together again in the fullness of time.

Kiia – December 2021

Kiia – December 2021

It with a completely shattered and broken heart that I have to inform WAMAL that Kiia has passed away today. She passed away in my arms and was not alone. The doctor discovered that she had cancerous masses on/in her organs and one had ruptured, causing internal bleeding. She was 10 years old.

She lived a completely happy and healthy life right till the very end... I will attach some photos of her as I am still too heartbroken to really muster up anything more than that she was so very loved and will be missed so much.

Luna – December 2021

Luna – December 2021

Luna the Alaskan malamute rescue that was rescuing me.
2014-2021
My friend Luna Sleeps
She now sleeps the eternal sleep of this world.
Yet in my world, she lives on forever in my old broken heart.
I grieve deeply her passing too soon in her life, and mine.
She is now free of her bone cancer pain,
Yet I live on with the knowledge of that pain and much more without her.
Even with her pain and disability, she was always there for me.
She slept by my side through my good nights and bad.
For no longer will her cold nose and kisses wake me from my nightmare PTSD dreams.
No longer to be my Camp guardian on mountains treks,
Or beg for a belly rub at my feet, by high country campfire light.
Her Giant presents will be missed by our entire family,
Although none more than me.
She now sleeps pain free, in that golden light under rainbows bright,
I thank God for the special Gift he gave me,
And I,… I could not miss Luna my devoted friend more.

Luna – December 2022

Luna – December 2022

It is with a very heavy heart that I write today. In August of 2013, my then-husband adopted Luna from WAMAL. When we separated/divorced in 2018, he was unable to care for her, and I opted to keep her here in her home. At the time, I notified WAMAL that I would be keeping Luna with support from my next door neighbors. Our arrangement has been amazing, and has ensured that Luna was nearly always with someone, got walked or taken hiking nearly every day, and usually did not sit home alone all day while I was at work.

During the last two years, Luna had been having a number of health issues. It seemed there was always something, between dental problems, wasp sting reactions, skin infections, arthritis, and eye infections. She was super sweet and compliant through all of the care and treatment. In August she developed a front leg limp, which seemed to be arthritis spreading combined with constantly jumping in and out of my Subaru (we went so many places together). In October I discovered that she had a large lump on her side. It turned out to be an intrusive lipoma, which her vet removed. Unfortunately, after that we investigated the limp, and the biopsy revealed osteosarcoma. When treatment options were discussed, I learned that she could be put on chemotherapy, but the focus would be pain management, and she wouldn’t be hiking or taking long walks with the neighbors at all anymore. Luna did not respond adequately to the gabapentin, and completely stopped using that leg. Her vet said she was in excruciating pain, and there was nothing else to do. A consultation with a second vet confirmed that it was time to say goodbye to my sweet girl.

On December 14, Luna had seven different friends come to the house to bid her farewell. It could have been three times that many, because she was so loved, but for the pandemic.

River’s Release came to our home on December 15, and surrounded by loved ones (me, the amazing neighbors, my daughter, my son-in-law, and a dear friend, Luna made her way to the rainbow bridge.

Luna came to us as a very badly behaved wild thing. I didn’t think we would be able to keep her at that time because she terrified me. Over time, with love and consistent training, she became “the goodest good dog”, and completely won over everyone who met her. She changed me profoundly, and will forever remain in our hearts.

Thank you for the work you do

Haddie – 07/03/2021

Haddie – 07/03/2021

We did Haddie's TPLO surgery and she's had good results on that side. Keeping her on bed rest was impossible so I had to move her to my mom's house (away from her/our kids to whom she has a sworn duty to follow and protect, despite the cone on her head, sedatives, and wicked limp).

Now we've moved across the country and we'll have to do her other leg soon but at least we have more space and knowledge of the process, and hope that it is really an effective fix.

No big, and her medical update isn't why I'm writing. I wanted to thank you and your team for the emotional hand holding you did as we problem solved and fretted over Haddie's future with our family. It's been less than a year that we've had her and she is unequivocally the best dog we've ever had. She plays hide and seek with our toddler - even waiting for her to hide and being told to go look - no one taught her - she just knows how to play. And she plays chase with both our kids - army crawling behind our infant as she crawls away giggling. But she's also a saint and brings the kids their stuffed animals if they're crying, and she talks back to me if I'm being impatient with them, and she comes to get me if I'm doing housework and someone wakes up from nap (we seriously haven't had to use our baby monitor since we moved). And get this, SHE COMES WHEN SHE'S CALLED! Honestly, we never really trainer her, she just decided we were her pack and we're so lucky she did. She is basically nana from Peter Pan but really majestic.

Kane – 03/28/2021

Kane – 03/28/2021

We didn’t miss the opportunity to celebrate his gotcha day. He got a full grooming and a double helping of his favorite raw dinner! The last year has been an absolute joy with him. He and his brother Koa have bonded seamlessly, our kids absolutely adore him and he’s been the best addition to our family adventures!

Things we have learned and adore:- In the snow is Kane’s happy place. We had to quite literally carry him inside during that last snow storm, he would have lived out there all weekend if he could (haha). Lucky for him, our family loves the snow just as much as he does and we chase it all year round- It’s not often in our area but, when he hears emergency vehicles, he howls in an exact-matching tone as their sirens- He sleeps in uncomfortable looking positions, but must be in absolute comfort because he snores incredibly loud- He greets people into our home by tapping his front feet and lets out short bark/howls that sound like he’s saying “Hello, hello, hello”

Thanks so much for checking in with us, we’re grateful to have found you guys!

Xena – March 2021

Xena – March 2021

Xena, who was an approximately 10 year-old Malamute/Husky mix, came to us in September of 2020 after she was abandoned, rescued, and spent two months in a loving foster care home. Xena’s health was poor: her teeth were in bad condition, making it painful for her to eat kibble (she was the first dog to whom I fed canned dog food); her hips were painful, often making it difficult for her to walk; she was deaf; eye infections made it difficult for her to see; and despite a great diet in foster care, she remained quite emaciated. It was also clear from her behavior – she often kept her distance to avoid human contact and initially tried to sleep outside, even though she had clearly once been an indoor dog -- that she had lived a lifetime of abuse and neglect.

Neglect and abuse, however, do not define who Xena was. In Laudato Si, his encyclical on care for our common home, Pope Francis writes that God has given all creatures a unique voice, one which we have no right to silence and one which we ignore only at great cost to ourselves. Xena’s voice was a particularly loud one. This was not because she howled or made other noises; she was almost entirely silent. Instead, Xena spoke through her behavior. Despite her abuse, she was meek, quiet, unassuming, and undemanding. But hers was not a meekness borne out of weakness or avoidance. Xena had an enormous inner strength and an ability to carve out for herself the space she needed to preserve her identity. That was expressed by her appropriating the family room as her spot for morning and afternoon naps, and her obvious annoyance when her private space was violated.

It was also clear that, despite all the hardship and suffering she had experienced throughout her life, Xena continued to hope for a better future; she longed for a home where she would be accepted and loved. After her arrival, she worked extremely hard to adapt to the rules and the rhythm of our household so that she could be a reliable and trustworthy pack member. In fact, the ease of her adaptation is almost shocking in view of her deafness. Her hope was also expressed in her radiant smile, a smile that would literally fill a room. We always saw it as she watched me prepare her breakfast and dinner, as she watched me get out of the car when I returned home from an outing (our male Mal mix, Yuma, alerted her to my arrivals), and above all during twice-daily pill time, which was Xena’s favorite time of the day.

Xena passed away on the evening of Thursday, March 4, after a five-week battle against liver cancer. Unlike many animals and people, her hope was realized, and she found the love, the safety, and the acceptance that she sought. She passed away very peacefully, and now her suffering is at an end. But Xena lives on through her loud voice: her meekness in the face of hardship and her determination to preserve her dignity despite her circumstances serve as a model that can instruct and inform us. My own hope is that I can grow in a meekness that will come close to matching Xena’s own.

Fin

Fin

I have to sadly, and with a shroud over my heart, announce that Fin, after more than a decade of companionship and happiness, has pass over the rainbow bridge. He is missed by us ever so greatly.

Shyla

Shyla

Shyla was abandoned by her family when they moved out and left her. She was discovered chained up behind a shop almost a week after they had moved out...no food, no water and Shyla was in pretty rough shape. She was immediately taken to a vet and it was determined that Shyla's heart rate was very low and the vet couldn't get any lung sounds so she did a couple x-rays and found Shyla had a very large dilated heart (dilated cardiomyopathy) and could have a possible heart based tumor. Shyla needed to see a cardiac specialist and we arranged an appointment and was preparing her to be transported to the Seattle area. The vet put Shyla's prognosis as guarded to poor. She also had a mass on her tail that maybe was cancer, but it was the least of her worries at the moment. There was a lot of staining around both of her eyes and she was sneezing which may have been an upper respiratory issue.

Shyla was 5 years old, she was underweight with her ribs prominent. It was not ‘just’ a week of no food or water that took its toll on her body—it was a long period of neglect.

Shyla passed away peacefully in her sleep last night at her foster home. At least she didn’t die alone chained behind a store. Rest in peace dear Shyla and know that there are many, many new friends awaiting as you cross the Rainbow Bridge.

Thank you to Yakima Valley Pet Rescue who initially stepped in to help Shyla and to foster dad Jason and to our own board member Kristi who was working so hard to put all the puzzle pieces together so Shyla could receive the care she needed.

Swisher

Swisher

We recently had to say goodbye to our sweet old girl, Swisher. We adopted her Labor Day 2010, she was estimated to be 5 or 6 years old and had been rescued (as Kali) from a puppy mill operation in Montana. We are forever grateful to WAMAL and all the fabulous volunteers who brought her to us.

Swisher was such a good girl; we also knew her as our hilarious goofball, a great trail runner in her prime, and we are so lucky to have been members of her pack.

Kaeto

Kaeto

Kaeto was such a special pup, who loved everyone in his life and was loved just as much in return.

Rest in peace Kaeto, no longer by our side but forever in our hearts.

Chico

Chico

I woke up this morning with a Malamute-sized hole in my heart….we had to have Chico put to sleep yesterday. He has had degenerative myelopathy (similar to Lou Gehrig’s disease in humans) which progressively worsened over the past few months. While he had a warrior spirit and a heart of gold, his poor rear legs got to the point where it became painful to walk and he spent most of his days sleeping. I was blessed to be this boy’s Mom for five years after falling in love and adopting him from WAMAL. He was the sweetest dog in the world and, while selective with friends, he loved his people pack to the moon and back, just like we loved him.

Earlier this month my mom and I noticed the rainbow image on his paw, and she suggested it might be a sign. I know he is no longer in pain and is enjoying adventures with a lot of great people and pets over the Rainbow Bridge but he left this Mom and also his grandparents broken hearted here on earth.

Asher

Asher

Asher came to us as an emergency foster. We took him in and thought, what in the hell did we get ourselves into?? He had some strong and aggressive ways…not to mention his stubbornness. He spent 2 weeks on a 25-foot lead attached to my bed just so he would not bite anyone. Every day I would give him tons of attention and pets, then take him for walks around the yard. Oh, he would snap at me, but I would just stay calm and keep trying with him. Asher would try to bully you any chance he got up to the day he left us. After about two weeks I told Wamal I was going to just keep him. He was ornery and a handful but I could see beyond that to his possibilities. As time went on Asher became my best bud. Asher was on thyroid medication but due to some of his aggressive ways it was suggested we reduce the amount. It did make a difference once his levels were re-adjusted.

Asher loved to go for car rides and occasionally cussed out other drivers if we sat in traffic too long. At home Asher would always lay looking away from me in a doorway as if he were protecting me. He was fearless except for a running vacuum cleaner. But if you turned it off and walked away, he would head butt it. One of my favorite memories, and I do have a lot of them, was when I was raking up leaves. I had put them into six piles. Asher laid on the deck the whole time watching me. I finished and was taking a break and all the sudden he got up and ran through every single pile of them then looked at me with this smirk. I got them all raked back into piles again and Asher then went from pile to pile and peed on them. Hence his nickname “little pisser”.

Asher was always by my side. He would always greet me with a smile and woo. He had to give my wife kisses every night before bed and if she went to bed before he got them, he would wake her up. If you let him, he would bully until the day he passed. He loved his stuffed hedgehog and his treats that Aunt Rickie would send. For a pup that started out so aggressive he sure loved to give his kisses. He was not a cuddle dog but he always wanted to be by my side or “protecting” me. I would go outside with him at times and just sit with him. That was all he wanted.

One thing Asher taught me was that you can take a dog that people have given up on and if you show them they are wanted and loved they will show the same in return. And there is no better reward than watching a dog that was unwanted or even abused settle in and feel safe. That is a feeling I cannot describe. But I’m ready for the next pup that will need me…and that I will need in return.

Tucker – December 2020

Tucker – December 2020

We are sad to announce the passing of Tucker, one of our long-fostered Mals. Tucker had a very sad early life and came into rescue in mid-2015 presenting quite the challenge. He reportedly had been abused by 2 previous owners and tied up outside.  Kids had thrown rocks at him and he bit one.  Tucker was a big dog, one of the ‘giant’ Mals.  Long time volunteers Stephanie and Jeremy had experience with giants and difficult behavior, “so I guess that's how we got assigned to him”, shared Stephanie.

“He was with us 3 weeks and we took our time as you could see he wasn't very trusting. We had a couple potential adopters early on but the intros didn't go well. He was a very sweet dog that just needed love and a stable home.  We only had him a year before our first son came along and we weren't sure how that would go. But Tucker grew to understand the baby and they had a sweet relationship.  He had his play time every night at 7:30 of soccer...he loved when we'd kick the ball and he'd try to catch it and roll it back to us. He loved walks and hikes. No interest in squirrels but he loved bunnies-not to eat, he wanted to be friends…..haha!

He'd go to the bedroom at his bedtime nightly and sleep in the same room as us as he always wanted to be near his humans. We went on many adventures to Orcas Island, Maple Pass, multiple camping trips, Oregon, Long Beach and more with him. He was in his element then and especially loved to splash in the water.

As he got older the hips started to give out on him and walks became harder to do. And he couldn't control his bladder anymore. He became an outdoor doggie as he couldn't make it up the stairs to get inside. But he still got walks and love and attention. We miss him lots!”

Tucker was also blessed with a having ‘godmother’, Tamra, active in his life. “Tucker was always very alert, calm, intuitive and empathetic.  I knew not to stare at dogs, but he seemed to seek out your gaze like he was trying to see what was going on with you.  And genuinely cared.

When my job made it really difficult to think about adopting another dog, I was thankful to have WAMAL and to be able to work with so many dogs, but Tucker was always special to me so when he was fortunate to go live with Stephanie and Jeremy, I had the opportunity to take him on trips to Methow Valley for hiking and Whidbey Island. We also went on a number of snow-shoeing day trips.  And I dog sat for him during summer and winter holidays. 

With his size, presence, and good looks, he was always getting attention on walks and he was always a good walker and hiker.  When he traveled with me and met up with my friends, he always liked to be a part of the action, and he would play bow with my friends' dog who we think was intimidated by Tucker's size and good looks as he'd shy away whenever he saw Big Tuck coming.  Lol.

For a malamute, Tucker was very responsive and listened well. I found him very easy going and cooperative.   He liked attention but also liked his downtime too.  He was a gentle giant and very soulful.  He is missed in big ways!!”

Stephanie and Jeremy and family, THANK YOU so much for giving Tucker such an amazing home and so much love. And thank you to volunteers Danya, Tamra and Julie who took Tucker on adventures and were there to help when the going got tough.  Tucker leaves a very ‘giant’ hole in our hearts.

Shasta – December 2020

Shasta – December 2020

We are so grateful to have her for her last three years and grateful for WALMAL for bringing her into our life.

I've attached a few photos :) Marissa and I are so grateful to have spent Shasta's last three years together! Shasta loved long walks and wading in the ocean. We had some great outdoor adventures before she preferred to sleep on her fluffy bed in front of the fire. We are so grateful for WALMAL and Old Dog Haven for connecting us to Shasta. We'd encourage others to think about adopting older adult dogs!

Snowy – 11/17/2020

Snowy – 11/17/2020

We absolutely love Snowy!! She is so affectionate which has helped us heal from having to say goodbye to our previous rescue dogs (a Mal who crossed the rainbow bridge a year ago in August and then the following month our Akita-GSD cross--cancer sucks). Snowy loves to cuddle in the evenings and sleeps in our room at night. She's most playful in the mornings (before 10am) and then sometimes again mid-evening, having several squeaky toys that we toss around the house for her to fetch or play chase (you can do a circle through our entry-kitchen-dining-living rooms--at least until you or her get dizzy). We are still working on anxiety during car rides and acknowledge that she might not fully get over that (Sato, our Akita-GSD never did) and that's okay. We put seats down so she can get close to the front and I just found the natural calming treats we tried with Sato so we'll try that next time.

She loves people but we watch her with young children because she makes a low rumbling sound (we call it purring) when she is happy, but then it can make it hard to tell when she has had enough and wants you to stop. Our eldest (who was studying abroad in South Korea when we got Snowy) established a new procedure when we aren't sure if Snowy's still okay with the petting--we stop petting her, pull back a little bit, and ask her for her paw. Petting resumes after she gives you her paw. We've also been working on her "using her words" (a bark rather than rumbles). She wasn't very talkative when we first got her (unlike Rainey, our last Mal). I can guess why, her voice is more ear splitting than our prior Mal, but we think it's important for a Mal to feel free to Woo.

She still has a pretty high prey drive, but we are used to that from our previous dogs (I grew up with GSDs). We back up to a green space with squirrels who are pretty wiley so that gives her some entertainment but mostly she prefers to be indoors which is just fine with us. Our back yard is on a hill and she loves racing around--even after a morning walk. She is not a fan of the rain but she's really good inside the house. We had to have child locks on the cabinet with the garbage with our last Mal. She is very content being the only dog and we are more than happy with that arrangement, too. When people tell me we spoil her I say, "absolutely!" We still set boundaries that we enforce, but there's a reason she knows the sound of the cheese drawer opening.

Malick – 10/11/2020

Malick – 10/11/2020

Does anyone else ever get so moved by the progress their rescue malamute shows?

Been thinking about this a lot lately. Before we found Malick's heart issue and having to deal with his previous home's issues - it was a struggle. He was an undernourished, resource guarding, fear aggressive, people wary, house eating monster with several bites on his record.

But we put in the time. We left no stone unturned to find and correct his physical ailments. We worked with trainers on his behavioral issues. We patiently showed him we were forever and we wouldn't give up.

We now have a happy, people loving, outing confident, well behaved beautiful boy.

Just want to remind everyone that it's not always easy having a rescue. But if you put in the work you will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams.