| Description: |
| Birthday (approximately): |
April 4, 2009 |
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What am I? |
Neutered male Siberian Husky |
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Colors: |
White, blue eyes
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Weight: |
54 pounds (as of 4/5/12) |
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Housebroken: |
Always expect potty mistakes when dogs come to a new house.
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Children Housemates: |
Fine |
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Feline Housemates: |
No! |
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Canine Housemates: |
I pick my friends. Some dogs I like. Some I don't. |
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Energy Level: |
Low but I'm strong! |
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Owner Aptitude Level: |
Novice, but physically strong owner would be good! |
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Dream Home Minimum Requirements: |
Every Siberian needs a job. I had a job. I was a detective dog. I lost my job. You see, I ate the evidence. Well, come on. There was a hat in the middle of my basket of leashes and poop pickup bags. I played the game "Which item doesn't belong?" and ate the hat. Who knew it was evidence to preserve? They gave me a second chance. There was a sock hanging on a dryer door. My foster grandma was doing laundry. Keeping one eye on her, I slowly put the sock tip in my mouth. When she told me it was evidence, I released it and slowly walked away. I still lost my job. So I need a new job. How about I become your buddy? Sounds like a fantastic job to me! I do have a super part-time occupation. Though there's not a great market for this job, I am a squirrel tracker. Perhaps a better description is Population Control Expert. I can tell you how many squirrels live in my neighborhood. That way we know how many new ones have moved in, how many have had babies, or how many have become soup. Though I've tried to outsmart my foster family, they won in the Intelligence Department. They discovered if I get two walks a day, I'm not mischievous. Running around the yard, however, is not my thing, though I am happy to lay in the yard and soak up the rays or shade, without any interest whatsoever in the typical Siberian escapism - until I go to my part-time job, that is. Very curious, I will check out just about everything. See, I used that to promote myself as detective dog. Alas, only super special things hold my attention. Life is short. I don't want to waste time, after all. My mischief making includes counter jumping, not to be confused with counter surfing; trash emptying; and relieving hampers of sock infestation. See, those aren't so bad, just enough to keep you pleasantly entertained. If you wanted boring dog, you wouldn't be looking at a Siberian, right? True to my detective dog nature, I judge dogs and sift the wheat from the chaff. In other words, I pick my canine friends. A Yorkie in my foster neighborhood is my very best friend. That little jumping bean likes to spring, boing, bounce on me, and I don't mind at all. Because I had been shuffled around & didn't understand where I was, it took me a couple of days in my foster home to get attached to the humans. After a couple of days, I surprised my foster parents with my loyalty & attachment to them. I like to keep them in my sight & follow them around like they are Mary and I am a lamb. Don't you think every day should be "Take a dog to work or school day"? So if you are my adopter, give me a couple of days & I'm all yours & you all mine! They say because I am big and strong (Don't misinterpret that. I am easy to walk, quiet, content to not escape, & an easy keeper.), I need a strong, defined leader. I think I need a mushy leader so I can be The Boss! I hope they let that line stay in this bio. So I hope I've convinced you I am an awesome dog & ready to count squirrels in your neighborhood, too. |
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Movies: |
1. Really? A Snowball on the Couch?.
2. My kisses are Taylor-made.
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Named for a 9/11 Victim: |
I am named for Arthur Joseph Jones.
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History: |
For the crime of running at large, I landed in the hoosegow. I was running with Roni. Maybe she was my wife. |
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