Breed: Siberian Husky
Nicknames: Big Boy; Handsome; husky Husky; PITA (“Pain in the A…”)
Birth date: 2/28/00
Favorite dog to run with: Luke, although Lyka was my first
instructor. I like her too! Since I'm an only child, I like to have a
running buddy to help pull mom.
Favorite toy: My Kongs filled with Yummy Chummies salmon treats
Favorite food: I have refined gourmet tastes and eat Solid Gold Wolf
King with salmon and bison; I like to wait to eat until my pack (mom and
Steve) are eating too. I always hope for pizza bones and crumbs on the
floor!.
Favorite pastime: Shedding! Tufting! Crotch sniffing (animal or
human, I don't discriminate!) and watching Animal Planet on the couch with
the A/C on while mom’s at work! I love urban mushing now, too! I have a fan
club of neighborhood kids and seniors who love to see me on my walks.
I’m best friends with: Ziggy, my ridgeless Ridgeback buddy and Steve.
Pet-peeves: That darned calico cat that taunts me in my yard.
Someday, I’ll catch her! I don't like it when mom and Steve have to go to
work to earn my kibbles. Teeth brushing.
If I could change anything in the world, it would be…All huskies
would have the life I live (Some sad stories with happy endings here,
though!)
I love my parent(s) because…I get to go on nice walks, eat good food,
play, and mush. I’m spoiled and usually get what I want! I have lots of nice
bandanas mom puts on me, too. Steve thinks they make me look like a
sissy-dog, though.
My bio: Mom never got to see me as a small pup. I was born in
Victorville to champion parents and a nice family adopted me and probably
paid a lot of money for me. They never had a dog before. I guess I was a
little more rambunctious than they anticipated and they were also allergic
to me. They advertised me in the newspaper and mom and my pop came to get
me. It was love at first sight! I was about 4 months old and ate a new
couch, dug a hole in the carpet and devoured 9 rose bushes-thorns and all!
After accidentally eating a chili (Ooh, ooh! Woo, woo!) from the garden, I
stopped randomly nibbling. Then, my pop got ill and I was his constant
companion for 3 years while he was on hospice. I ate lots of ice cream,
sandwich bites, and cookies with him and got quite "husky". After my pop
died, I made such wailing and moaning sounds that my next door neighbor,
Steve (who works nights) came over during the days to play with me. Steve
and I became good buddies right away (I love him!) and mom and Steve have
fallen in love all because of me! Now, I’ve lost 11 pounds, eat healthy
(where's the pizza bones?), have gone to the snow, and am a beginning urban
musher, too. Thank you all my new friends at Fairview Park! |
