Pet Harbor Rescue, P.O. Box 73, Bowling Green, VA 22427

(703) 583-HSKY info@petharbor.org

Theur – Adopted!

I went to my forever home on August 17, 2019!

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Age:
10 months old
Birthday:
October 14, 2018
What am I?
Neutered male Siberian Husky
Parents:
Sire: Lucian Magnus Carter
Dam: Luna Star II
Colors:
Grey & white, brown eyes
Weight:
65 pounds (as of 8/15/19)
Experience with Children:
Pet Harbor was told I was great with children. Since coming to Pet Harbor, I have met children of all ages and have had all positive interactions. I wag my tail and try really hard to get children’s attention.
Experience with Cats:
Former owner indicated I was good with cats, dogs, people. When questioned further, they said I had only seen a cat once. They did not indicate how old I was at the time. On 8/15/19, Pet Harbor introduced me to cats. I focused on the cats, wagging my tail. When one cat ran, I pulled towards the cat. I am strong and pulled my handler with me. Though I focused on the cats, I did not stiffen and my focus was fairly quickly diverted away from the cats. It is unknown whether I wanted to cause them harm or play with them, but either way, my strength could be offputting to them.
Experience with Dogs:
Pet Harbor was told I am great with other dogs. I have always lived with my littermate Roger, also available for adoption. We do not have to be adopted together. Since coming to Pet Harbor, I have met other dogs of varying sizes. My interactions with them have all been positive. When there is a scuffle, I run in the opposite direction.
Energy Level:
High
Owner Aptitude Level:
Northern breed experience preferred
Named for 9/11 Victim:
I was named for Thomas F. Theurkauf, Jr..
History:
Due to medical issues of my human parents, they felt they could no longer care for me and put me in the animal shelter. From there, I came to Pet Harbor.
Movies:
Coming soon!

 
More About Me: I’m a hippie. Just because I wasn’t born in the 1970s doesn’t mean I can’t be a hippie. History does repeat itself, you know. I can pass out flowers and love with the best of them. Cool, man, cool. I’m always in your face seeking love and wagging my tail. Always. I’m a big galoot, but I also listen really well. And, like many hippies, I’m an absolute sweetheart. So how about it? Don’t worry! Be happy! Be happy with Theur!