It's hard to think of one without the other, so Lacy & Cheyenne are going to share their webpage too.  Which is kind of amusing (to me anyway) because they're nothing alike, except that they're sisters. 

Lacy and Cheyenne came to my notice when I was reading about a rescue situation up in Northern California through Norsled.  The "Woodland 12" was a family of Siberians who, through a series of tragic events were soon to find themselves homeless.  Well, by golly, we still had room for a dog or two...and there was a beautiful red girl whose picture sang out to me.  Then I noticed her apparent twin sister (it was actually the same photo with another dog's name on it <G>).  Because of where they lived, and the age of their owners, the whole group was very under-socialized.  Lacy and Cheyenne were both shy and withdrawn.  But you can't be withdrawn and live in Kaos!  Norsled had a foster home for Cheyenne, and I convinced my friend Barbara, who has Boxers, that she could foster Lacy for me.  She, in turn, talked her husband into it.  I think they're still finding hair from Lacy's blown coat around their place...3 years later. 

Both girls have made remarkable turn-arounds.  Lacy is the goofiest bobble-head and loves to play, with us, with the other dogs, with a toy she grabs...it doesn't matter.  She's also, despite being housetrained at five years old, the only Siberian we have who can be left in the house all day long and not have an accident or destroy anything...except paper left on the floor.  Look up "paper shredder" in any Kaos dictionary and you'll find Lacy's picture.  "Lazy Lacy" is also our resident doorbell.  It's quite funny to hear the baying hound sound come out of her Siberian Husky body.  Beginning as a shy, withdrawn girl, it was a surprise to see Lacy assume leadership of the crew.  As our dominant bitch, she's pretty evenhanded and non-confrontational; it just takes one reprimand from Lacy for the offender to slink off and find something else to do somewhere else...anywhere else.

Cheyenne can be a little more reserved around strangers than Lacy, but once she's comfortable, her bubbly "blonde" personality shines.  Our resident "woowoo" Cheyenne lets us know when dinner is slow (always), when she needs to be let in or out and notifies us of any other event she deems worthy of note (almost anything).  Cheyenne has discovered the joy of balls and loves nothing more than to chase after a ball, whether its a hard ball outside or a soft, stuffed ball inside that she can throw and run after, she'll play until she's distracted by something else.  Cheyenne is also our little dirt magnet.  No matter how dry it is outside, Cheyenne can come in muddy.  It's a gift, one Cheyenne possesses in spades. 

These two girls have brought so much joy and laughter into our lives.  Watching them develop trust in us and allow us to stretch their boundaries to accept strangers in their home and on the street has been nothing short of miraculous.