I went to my forever home on October 26, 2019!
What am I?
Neutered male Siberian Husky
Colors:
Black & white, one blue eye, one parti eye (both blue & brown in the same eye)
Weight:
43 pounds (as of 9/13/19)
Experience with Children:
Pet Harbor does not know my history with children, but my prior humans indicated during the past two years, I lived with no children. Since coming to Pet Harbor, I’ve met children of all ages. All of my interactions with them have been positive. I don’t care how old the belly scratcher is as long as I do get scratched!
Experience with Cats:
Pet Harbor does not know my history with cats, but my prior humans indicated during the past two years, I did not live with cats. On 9/14/19, Pet Harbor introduced me to a cat. I was intently focused on the cat and could not be distracted, which means I pose a danger to kitties.
Experience with Dogs:
Pet Harbor does not know my history with other dogs, but my prior humans indicated during the past two years, I did not live with dogs. I did well with male & female dogs in my dog-dog introduction. I have interacted with the dogs in my foster home in only a positive fashion. While our observations have been favorable, they may not translate to all dogs under all circumstances. Well, that has all changed. I have become not so nice to other dogs. If they come anywhere near my possessions, including my food, it is my duty to protect & guard that possession, which I do with a passion, just against dogs, not humans. I did engage in a battle with a female dog that was unrelated to possessions. Bottom line is I am a people’s dog, not a dog’s dog. And people I adore.
Owner Aptitude Level:
Novice
History:
Two years ago, I was in an online ad. Then I went to a family. They kept me two years. They also said I am three years old. They dumped me in a county animal shelter with the excuse “No time.” From there, I came to Pet Harbor. Through my microchip, Pet Harbor discovered I am actually six years old.
More About Me: Assume the position. What position, you ask? Why, scratching my belly, of course. I keep a leg in the air at the ready because that’s all I really want out of life: belly scratches. I will lie right on your feet if you are sitting. That way you cannot escape and must be my scratcher! Come one, come all! I really don’t ask for anything else. I am a sweetheart, mostly calm, & well-mannered. I just love to be loved. Oh, I am also super happy. Bounce a toy in the air, and I will bounce myself in the air. And dance! Boy, can I dance. I’m so happy I just have no choice but to twirl a bit. Really, though, I just want to be close to you with my belly and my toys. How about you? Is your scratching hand up to the task? Oh, there is one more thing I need. Calories. And I do love to eat.
