Favorite Walk: the park with the really big trees and a swinging bridge over the river
Best Tricks: bang, you're dead, wave goodbye
Arrival Story: My human says I am lucky because she had been looking in shelters for 5 months looking for the perfect companion, but when she saw my picture she had to come meet me, and she says she fell in love with my crooked grin and big black eyes! So 3 months ago I came to live with her and my new brother, Wiley. He's 5 and lets me slobber all over him! There are two other doggie cousins also and they have shown me how to hunt rabbits and keep herons away from the koi (whatever they are). Everybody loves me wherever I go. My motto is "play hard; sleep harder!"
My name is pronounced *squaw-make*. It is Hulq'mi'num for "dog." There are many First Nations people where I live and they smile when they hear my person call me. I also know *ahmet* (sit), & *owa* (stop/no/take your mouth off of that)
Yes, it's true...I am head over heels for Saphira. You can see her in the photo above...she's the mastiff. My person's friend just adopted her today, so she came to meet us. I had ever so much fun chasing and playing and romping and pawing and sniffing and...well, you get the picture! She is 2 years old, but quite out of shape, so she tuckered out pretty quick. My person says her new person will soon have her in good shape so we can grow up together. Sigh...I love blondes. BOL!
I made up a new game today, human bowling! The rules are simple; wait until your person turns her back then run as fast as you can into the back of her legs! She looked so funny flying up in the air and falling in the mud. Since she didn't get up right away I decided to cover her in kisses and push her back into the mud. She was a bit mad at me, made me walk beside her after that, but she was laughing about it later! Oh yeah, I've become quite the excellent swimmer, we go almost everyday now.
Although my favourite thing is my wading pool, you couldn't really call me a water dog. If my belly got wet in the ocean or river, I was outta there! This past week my person has been tossing sticks in the river. It was fun & she never threw them too far. If she did, I would try to stretch as far as I could & if I missed...oh well. Today she was sneaky. She found a particularly fine stick & tossed it in. I couldn't quite reach it & next thing you know, my paws were not on the ground, but I had that stick. My person was so excited telling me what a good boy I was. I went after that stick quite a few times, & sometimes I had two swim for three whole feet or more! But wait...it gets better! I was wet, so I shook myself & darned if I didn't get a treat! So now I am swimming to get my stick & shaking when she tells me & I get a treat & another throw. Sigh...I hope we do that again.