IT REALLY IS their farm, so let’s see what they are up to.
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- Katrina has brought Balto a rock.
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- Enter Zorro.
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- Zorro has brought Balto nothing. Except friendship.
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- Balto is unimpressed.
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- After some deliberation, the trio reconfigures.
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- Balto supervising. If the mood strikes, he will bonk your camera.
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- Meanwhile, Tundra naps.
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- Same spot, new bedding.
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- Kneel down on arrival, and you get bumrushed.
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- Because it’s time for hockey warmups.
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- Balto, thinking.
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- Zorro and Jasper, waiting.
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- James, master of the nursery.
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- Jesse (R.I.P. 2012), master of James.
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- If you comprehend this apple, you understand Katrina.
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- Katrina, exhibiting the far-off stare of the consummate bird dog.
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- Errarrrrrrrwaaa.
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- Katrina, a.k.a. “Tweenie”
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- And now for some Tundra appreciation…
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- Doe-eyed…
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- Demure…
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- …and kind of Muppet-like.
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- Zorro, exhibiting the far-off stare of… Zorro.
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- 130 pounds of puppy.
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- Bed time for Balto, 3rd shift was kinda hectic.
Indian Creek Farm 
I just spent 5 minutes of my time, time I will never get back, looking at these dogs. It was time well spent. I too love your dogs.
I love your dogs.