CH IAM Suka V’Trivalent 6/14/2000 ~ 9/4/2014
Suka was my ‘entry Siberian’ into the world of dog showing, after being in love with the breed for Oh! so many years and going the pet route for a long time. I finally decided to widen my horizon, start this journey and find myself a show quality puppy. And this journey, thank the Good Lord, took me straight to Mickie Punnett. [Read More…]
IAM Tseiko 5/16/1995 ~ 8/10/2012
When Tseiko was born out of Akei, my girl, 17 years ago, he was 1 out of 3 pups. Why he was the one that would stay with me, who knows? Why we, as humans are drawn to specific pups is one of the wonders I will never know. But, he was destined to stay…and stay he did. [Read More…]
Trivalent’s Isis 3/14/2003 ~ 2/10/2009
Icy was born with a heart on her heart-a perfectly shaped heart of black fur directly above her beating heart. She was always called the “pippy puppy” by Mickie, but we had high hopes she’d become a Goddess, therefore, the name “Isis”. She came to me just a yelling- you could hear her across the yard, across the show grounds, sometimes, I swear you could hear her around the world. She was just begging, sometimes demanding, to be noticed! [Read More…]
North of the Rainbow Bridge
The time comes.
A Siberian Husky lifts up its head.
There is an untested adventure beyond.
Time to go.
Across the Rainbow Bridge is a place for all dogs.
A river runs wide and shallow
with tennis balls that fly with their own wings;
That is the place for a Labrador or a Golden
to await its master’s arrival.
The Siberian is not content here. Northward is its trail.
There are soft pastures for
Aussies and Border Collies,
with sheep and geese to pen.
Agility equipment grows like trees amid frisbees and fly balls.
But the North continues its sure wild call,
And the Siberian’s journey continues.
Now the air is colder. Now the moon is always full.
Now the light is silver and it breaks and shimmers
on fields of bright snow.
Now there are no roads, no walls, no pens, just endless space to run.
This is where Siberians gather, North of the Rainbow Bridge.
They wait in this beautiful place, happy, but not complete.
Suddenly, a howl begins, as one dog senses someone coming,
someone very special.
All the Siberians raise their heads and join in the ancient chorus.
They dance like moonbeams and sing like winter winds.
There are red ones like dawn streaks,
black ones splatter with many colors,
And silver ones like the first strange hour before light.
They line up as if in harness and run together,
In a scintillating, many colored streak.
The leader of the team guides the others past the fields and rivers,
With racing feet and racing heart,
They rush to greet the new arrival at the Rainbow Bridge
Where the leader is rejoined with its beloved person,
never to be parted again.
The glory of the reunion is celebrated by all of the Siberians
dwelling beyond the Bridge.
A glimmering, multicolored team leaping and whirling with joy.
The light from that scene is what we see on magical evenings
in the northern most parts of this Earth;
The Aurora Borealis,
the Northern Lights beyond the Rainbow Bridge.
– Author Unknown
