|Clockwise from upper left: Freya, Bjorn and Lasya in 2005|
In keeping with my fostering theme this week, I wanted to share a photo of my three-dog days. Bjorngenstern the Destroyer (Bjorn) was my first foster dog through Norwegian Elkhound Rescue. I took a leap with him because Freya was dog-reactive, but they were fast friends and obviously cut from the same cloth. Elkhounds have a long history of moose-hunting, and their job was to venture out ahead of the hunters and hold the moose at bay. Freya and Bjorn had an adorably similar play style filled with bouncing and body-slamming. Lasya got along with everyone but was mostly happy to let the two greys wrestle. Bjorn lived with me for several months, and although the casualties included curtains, throw pillows, a comforter, a telephone and a t.v. remote, I loved having three dogs in the house. True to breed, he was extremely affectionate and also a howler who gave the best hugs. I sometimes walked all three around the neighborhood and they made an impressive trio, attracting comments and compliments wherever we went. Bjorn happened to be adopted by a woman who lived in Durango, near where I grew up, so I was able to deliver him to her over the holidays that year when I visited my parents with a big red velvet bow around his neck. As far as I know they lived happily ever after. My first foster experience was a good one, and I'm grateful to have shared that time with sweet, funny B-Boy.