Jeep arrived at Barking Brook mid-November. She is owned by Valerie Lieb of Equinox Siberians and the litter was shared between BB and Valerie. The litter was raised at BB, with the help of many really fun visits from Valerie! The puppies are doing really well and are totally gorgeous. Smudge stayed at BB. Eden and Oz went home with Valerie. Taiga is with the Isabelle's with Juneau (Anuk's litter) and other furry pals. Boulder is with the Crawley's, with Denver (from Hera's litter) and Aspen and Cooper. Smudge is a lean, speedy, handsome fellow. He's an eye catcher and a real love. Taiga is already working well in harness with the Isabelle's. Boulder is the force behind the Crawleys 3 dog team (that competes in the 4 dog class). .

"Fred" and the PSHR rescued "Weasley" litter
Puppies born sept 23, 2005.

These puppies were turned into a shelter at a young age as an entire litter and then taken to be fostered by PSHR.

Snow's Pups

Miss Snow had her puppies August 23 2003. There were only 3 and sadly one died withing 24 hours or birth. Her name was Bianca. Snow is a beautiful leader from Blackwater Kennel. Great personality, related to my dogs Blanche and Rainy. The female puppy, Tula, stayed here with us and the male, Downey Guy is with Snow at Blackwater. Tula has shaped up to be an incredible sled dog, and has been working in lead some too. Extremely smart and hard driving, she is a powerful addition to the team here.

Nikka's Pups

Nikka's puppies were born 5/22/2003. The sire was Triton. 5 males, 1 female. This was a happy litter, very content and cuddly pups. We kept Granite but eventually placed him with Marsha Colcord of Tecnalanow where he runs with Intervale (Hera puppy) and many other lovely siberians. Next door lives handsome Mouser, loved by the Hair family and their pack of Rottweilers. "Little Nikka" lives with the Gentilcori family. Kai lives with the Gustovson's where is he lucky to have a dad who works from home. And Taku lives with Tom Brumaghim and lives a very active life with fellow canine budy Huck.

Hera's Pups

Hera's puppies were born Dec 2002. I kept one female from this litter, Pearl. This was a really nice litter, really cute puppies. Many with Hera's outstanding personality, friendly, happy, exuberant, life-loving pups. Many of these puppies show great promise both in the obediance ring and in harness. Turbo originally was adopted by the Bergs but returned here. He is handsome and works so hard in harness. Denver lives with the Crawleys. Delta was adopted by the Bains. Intervale at Tecnalanow with Marsha and her family. Dakota is a family dog with the Nowaks. Stihl was bounced around a bit and even was home here for a while. He has found his purpose in life though, I truely feel. He lives in Vermont with Vivian and Fritz, long time Siberian folks. Juniper is there with him. Twinkle is was originally adopted by J.Foucher but returned after a year. She is one of my main leaders. Pearl is a steady worker, sweet, and lovable.

Anuk's Pups

Anuk's litter was born Nov 2001. I kept the two lovely males from this litter, Kubota and Triton. Darka was adopted by the Bergs but recently returned home. (2006) Emma was adopted by a friend but also returned. Both girls live with me now. Juneau was originally adopted by a friend and returned but re-adtoped out to the Isabelle family. Nushka lives in VT with the Taylors and Charm went to her father, Repete, to live with the Cooks. Kubota leads the 'B' team very well and has led the 'A' team in races when needed. He is also one of the few dgos I show. Darka is an incredible beauty with a very sweet personality. Emma-Leigh is one of the most joyful dogs on earth. Triton rounds out the group with his crowd pleasing looks. race page for photos.

LITTERS FROM BARKING BROOK DOGS

Barking Brook's Nushka's - Anju Siberians Litter Puppies born Dec 29, 2004

Nushka lives at Anju Siberians in Vermont. She is an Anuk x Repete daughter, born here at Barking Brook. The sire is Nitro, from Kelim Siberians, and is also Juniper's brothers. Five healthy and beautiful puppies. Please click above to see a page I have created for them and get info for Jacci and Anju Siberians.

Blackwater's Kelim Rainer BB -- A Blackwater Litter Puppies born June 9 2005

Rainy was bred to Kipp and whelped 6 of the cutest puppies ever seen. She raised them till 8 weeks at Blackwater kennel under the care of Donna Johnson. Then she came home to me with 2 puppies! Java Bean and Pema. Java Bean is co-owned with Blackwater kennel and is a very promising little athlete. Pema is quiet speedy too, these are both beautifully built puppies with really nice temperments.

The Meaning of Rescue

Now that I'm all home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed,
I'd like to open my baggage lest I forget,
There is so much to carry, so much to regret.
Hmmmm. Yes, there it is right on the top,
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame,
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave,
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough; for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things and take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage,
To never repack?
I pray that you do; I'm so tired, you see.
But I do come with baggage, will you still want me?
---Author Unknown

How Could You?
copywright Jim Willis 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” – but then you’d relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs,” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” – still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.”

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch – because your touch was now so infrequent – and I would have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with “papers.” You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed “No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!” And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked “How could you?”

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you – that you had changed your mind – that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured “How could you?”

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself – a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

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If you are still with us here....and wanting a puppy please email me for an application. If I have nothing planned I will refer you to a like minded breeder. The above make me sad and even sometimes still cry. Please think carefully before getting a dog or a puppy. They cannot speak for themselves and only you can know the quality of the care you give, the love you send out to the universe or the neglect you pile upon an innocent heart.