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

(703) 583-HSKY


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Age (approx):
2 years old
Birthday (approx):
February 5, 2020
What am I?
Neutered male Siberian husky
Agouti, one brown eye, one parti eye (both blue & brown in the same eye)
60 pounds (as of 3/26/22)
Experience with Children:
Since coming to Pet Harbor, I have met children up to age 8. I have been great with them, but I am also very strong. So smaller children, seeing my strength, have worried I would knock them over. Bigger children, though, and I have enjoyed playing with toys and balls and running together.
Experience with Cats:
On March 18, 2022, Pet Harbor introduced me to a cat. I went into kill mode. No cat is safe around me. (Don’t worry. No kitty was harmed in this introduction.)
Experience with Dogs:
I came from a house with lots of dogs. When introduced to dogs at the shelter, I showed confidence but playfulness and energy. Since coming to Pet Harbor, I have met multiple dogs. I’ve been playful with most, but I’ve been not very happy about others. In foster care, I’ve been much better with females. (See video with Lucille and pictures with Strada.)
Energy Level:
Owner Aptitude Level:
Young Northern breed experience preferred
Named for 9/11 Victim:
I was named for Peter A. Vega.
Along with other dogs, including Denni and Strada, who already found homes, I was impounded and landed in a county shelter. From there, I came to Pet Harbor.
  1. 7/26/2022 – Recess
  2. 7/25/2022 – Up Close and Personal
  3. 7/02/2022 – Vegetarian
  4. 6/30/2022 – Sanctuary
  5. 6/29/2022 – Snuggles
  6. 6/27/2022 – Stick Volley
  7. 6/17/2022 – Playtime
  8. 6/13/2022 – Yin and Yang
  9. 6/12/2022 – The Chase is on!
  10. 6/11/2022 – Over Under
  11. 3/18/2022 – Toys & Joy
  12. 2/14/2022 – Yummy!
  13. 2/14/2022 – Happiness
  14. 2/14/2022 – Howdy

In my foster home, I have played ball or with toys as much as they have desired, and I have been the goofball in the center. But I have required they build in some sweetness breaks. I need my hugs & kisses, too, you see! What my foster family has observed is my love language of cuddles and skritches! They say I love being petted and want lots of snuggles. My foster parents have never known a dog who wants to cuddle as much as I do. Isn’t that distinction cool? Give me that trophy any day!

More observations in my foster home are I’m always happy, always smiling, always have never-ceasing energy. They believe I’m a good neighborhood barbecue dog. Well, I am a Siberian. So there must be adequate fencing! But what makes me good for neighborhood parties it is believed is the love I will have for all of the people. And my foster parents think I would also enjoy a good game of badminton or volleyball! Life of the party. That would be me, they say!

If my foster parents sit on the floor, I will come straight over and sit on their laps. I mean, wasn’t it an invitation? Even when I do zoomies around the yard at my foster home, I will do 2-3 laps, then run to any human standing by and rub against them, waiting to be pet, then flip over for belly rubs, then resume my zoomie quest, rinse, and repeat.

They say I 100% act like a puppy. I am curious about everything and want to be involved in everything going on, preferably as that center goofball. They also warn I do love getting into trouble. In my foster home, I’ve mastered things like stealing a pen off the table, jumping on all of the furniture, investigating dishes on the kitchen counter, unrolling rolls of toilet paper, stealing sunglasses from an open bag left on the floor and playing Keep Away with them, waking up early in the morning and deciding that everyone else needs to get up, too. See how much money you’ll save on alarm clock electricity? Well, there’s a good reason to adopt me. I’ll save you money!

All that said, let’s talk about my occupation. So my foster parents have learned I will jump into any open car, expecting a ride. Therefore, one could assume perhaps I’m studying to be an Uber driver. There’s just that one pesky detail, that I have to have a driver’s license. Ever try to convince the DMV a dog should take an oral driving exam and pay the fee in Milk Bones?

My coloring is not something you see every day. Here are some Siberians with my same coloring on the husky colors website: