Chena and Kenai

Hi Puppies, it’s me, Chena. I’ve been quietly hanging out in my foster home and letting Mommy and The Scary Man take care of Jasper since he’s having a hard time. Chena in the SnowOn Jasper’s good days he likes to help me follow Mommy around the house. When she does laundry, we all pile into the laundry room. When she cooks, we all crowd into the corner by the stove. When she goes upstairs to change out of her work clothes, we all follow her upstairs and get under her feet. Sometimes she puts up a gate so we can’t follow her. That is not playing nicely.

Anyway, I wanted to tell you about a family I met this weekend. There’s a couple living in Delaware with an Alaskan Husky named Kenai (pronounced KEY-nigh.) This couple used to live in Alaska just like I did. They even have a picture of the two of them in their wedding clothes standing by the Chena River. While they were there, they got an Alaskan Husky puppy who they named after the Kenai Peninsula. Now Kenai is two-years-old and full of Husky energy. Kenai’s mom said she started looking for a sibling for him online. She saw my name on MaPaw’s website with the words “Alaskan Miracle.” There was no picture or description yet because that was shortly after my last Mommy died and I Kenaiwasn’t ready to find another family yet. Even so, Kenai’s mom was excited to have found an Alaskan Husky in Pennsylvania and she thought I might me the perfect addition to their family, so she applied and waited until I was ready.

Last weekend I travelled to a park between my foster home and Kenai’s home to meet him and his parents for the first time. I noticed Kenai is tall and slender like I am. He and I both have long legs with big paws for gripping and running in snow and ice. He seemed friendly, although a little overwhelming at times. I’m sure I could get used to his boisterous personality. Of course the humans all insisted we stay on our leashes, which made it difficult to play. After we got tangled a couple times, we went for a nice walk and I spent a little time meeting Kenai’s mom and dad. They seemed like really nice people. They have a fenced yard where Kenai and I could have a gPlay Time!ood game of chase. I’m anxious and excited. I hope they liked me and want to adopt me. I loved the first mommy who adopted me, and I love my foster Mommy and The Scary Man, but I would really love to have a family of my own again.

Last night, in preparation for my possible new home, my foster Mommy tested me on something that used to be a real challenge. Since I like to follow foster Mommy around the house, I used to panic when I couldn’t be near her. If she left the house or even just took a shower with the door closed, I would be so frightened about being alone I would knock over the trash, pee on the floor, and eat things I shouldn’t eat. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I can talk about it now because I’m so much better. My first Mommy really helped me learn that no one is going to abandon me. So foster Mommy went to the grocery store without making me go to my crate. She tricked me by leaving a few times and coming back in after a minute or two. Then I thought she was just taking out the trash, but she was gone 45 minutes and had groceries when she finally came back. I was a little nervous, but my foster siblings all seemed relaxed (sound asleep) so I held in there and waited quietly. I passed! I was a good girl the whole time. Foster Mommy says if I can last 45 minutes, I can probably last any amount of time, but she’s still going to advise my new family to leave me in a crate when I have to be alone. That’s okay with me because I feel safe in my crate. Anyway, cross your paws for me that Kenai and his family like me and adopt me.

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