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

(703) 583-HSKY info@petharbor.org

Fitzgerald – Adopted!

I went to my forever home on October 25, 2019!

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Age (approx):
2 years old
Birthday (approx):
October 1, 2017
What am I?
Neutered male Siberian Husky
Colors:
Black & white, blue eyes
Weight:
46 pounds (as of 9/12/19)
Experience with Children:
Pet Harbor was told I am great with children, lived with several and was exposed to people of all ages while at the shelter.
Experience with Cats:
Pet Harbor was told I am not good with cats.
Experience with Dogs:
Pet Harbor was told I am great with other dogs, lived with several, including a Chihuahua. Since I have been with Pet Harbor, I have met several dogs, all around my size. We play well together.
Energy Level:
Medium
Owner Aptitude Level:
Novice
Named for 9/11 Victim:
I was named for Ryan D. Fitzgerald.
History:
I got myself in a bit of trouble committing chickenicide. So I went to poultry jail. Because it wasn’t my first trip to the big house, my keepers were going to be in trouble. To avoid that trouble, they signed me over to the jurisdiction. From there, I came to Pet Harbor Rescue.
Movies:
  1. 10/6/19 – Jungle Gym
  2. 10/12/19 – Please, please play with me!
  3. 10/12/19 – I’m one of the three stooges

More About Me: Flawless. My foster mom tried to come up with a negative about me so I wouldn’t sound like a fantasy, rather than a real dog, but she just could not come up with any negatives. She fell in love with me quickly because I am just so amazing. Even the folks at the shelter from which I hailed fell in love with me. Don’t let other dogs know. I don’t want to be the object of their jealousy! My favorite thing to do is cuddle. Forget a time limit. There is no such thing when it comes to snuggling. If you stop petting me, I will nudge you. And if you sit on the floor, I will come and sit in your lap. Second favorite thing is playing with other dogs. So I really am an angel in the house, even when left alone in a crate. True to my breed, short fences won’t hold me, but why should they? Just so you know, my foster mom gave me a nickname. I think it’s kinda cute. You can call me Chicken Little. You know those movies where they shrink the people? I shrink the chickens, hence Chicken Little. 🙂 So if you’re looking for perfection, here I am . . . unless, of course, you are a chicken.