Ginger is not a Malamute, but a puppy I found on the way to work.

She had been wrapped in a dirty, wet sweater and left on the side of the road. I took her home and she and Wyatt became best of friends.  It was amazing to see this tiny puppy sleeping between that huge Malamute’s paws or with his tail over her like a feather boa!  She contracted Lupus just after her fourth birthday and the drugs she was on helped for another four years, but she died in the spring a couple of years ago. I found her the day after my birthday and I am so glad she came into my life. She was my pretty little golden girl.