So Shel and I have been down in the dumps the past two days. We took in a beautiful Siberian Husky named Seth from a friend at my office. He's a sweet, energetic yearling with a gorgeous coat, and the boy can run like the wind. I loved that the dog made us get out and play with him, and he arooed whenever he felt left out of the action.

Unfortunately, Seth is like many Siberians in that his prey instinct is walloping strong, and he didn't see our cats as anything else but prey, I'm afraid. We had a bad episode which resulted in Edmund (our little cat) getting rushed into surgery at the 24-hour pet trauma center. Afterwards, Edmund was not able to tolerate the presence (even the distant, outside presence) of the dog. Taliafero, our older cat, was as usual unruffled by the whole affair.

But as we are contemplating a move to the midwest soon, we aren't sure what kind of life we could give the doggie, and we want the boy to have the best that can be given. So we returned him, about two days ago. I feel like I've spent the whole time since silently arooing. Maah!

Here are a few pics of sweet Seth. You can click on each image to see a larger view.