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Likes: Playing chase! Begging scraps of meat, finding ways to escape the yard, testing Sara's (his yardmate's) patience, running, leaping, bounding, pouncing, and otherwise defying the laws of canine Physics.
Pet-Peeves: Non-meat foods, being rough-housed or picked on, not being permitted to eat the humans' 'pet rat', forgetting where he hid his chewie, when people are angry/far too loud, and being left alone. :-(
Favorite Toy: Sara, his yardmate.
Favorite Food: Anything meaty, pig ears, and Strawberry ice cream from the human's spoon. Yum!
Favorite Walk: Wherever his paws take him.
Best Tricks: Listening and/or paying attention for more than three seconds.
Arrival Story: Genetically, Lakota is 92% Arctic/Northern Timber Wolf and 8% Husky (on his father's side). His full name is Lakota ShiningStar, Son of Oachu, Sibling of Cheyenne. ShiningStar was his mother, Oachu (oh-ah-shoo) his father, and 'Lakota' means 'sibling of Cheyenne', and my name is Cheyenne. :-) When Lakota was about six to eight weeks old, we adopted him as the last male left of his litter and after being he was probably the runt, we raised him to be the tallest, 'fluffiest', and most gorgeous of his litter. Not to mention, the rarity that his one blue 'moon-eye' is in no way sight-impaired. Lakota has filled the void in my heart that howls for the company of wolves. And, yeah, he's a dork... but I love 'im!
Bio: Further proving the undefeatable spirit of his ancestors, Lakota beat the Parvo virus at the young age of about only two and a half months. Considering his breed and how long the virus had to incubate, he shouldn't have survived. But it just goes to show -- you can't keep a good dog (or wolf) down. ;-)
Vist Lakota on Myspace!: www.myspace.com/badlakota
The Groups I'm In: ♥~Husky ♥ers 4~Ever~♥, Are you a wolf or have wolf in you?, Wolf/Dog Mixes
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My name is Lakota ShiningStar, son of Oachu and sibling of my loving human, Cheyenne. In fact, my name means 'sibling of Cheyenne' and my mother's name was ShiningStar. I was born in Phoenix, Arizona in a small backyard breeding facility to a pure Arctic wolf mother and a Timber Wolf/Siberian Husky father. My blood is 92% pure, making me one of the highest percentages possible in the hybrid breeding circuit.
I was luckier than most hybrids who are bred just for profit and often forced to live in abusive conditions. I was the last of my litter to be sold and was considered the runt! But Cheyenne didn't care; she loved me right away and paid a mere $250.00 to take me home. On today's market (in some states), I am well worth a couple thousand dollars!
When I was just a few months old, I got Parvo from the dog next door because, being a hybrid, my immune system is more sensitive to airborn disease. If not for my humans' quick action and willingness to pay for my vet bills (over $500.00!), I would not be here today. Despite my puppyhood illness, I ended up growing up to be much bigger than any of my siblings and was later declared the real pick of the litter!
During the day, I was allowed inside and spoiled rather rotten along with my family's other dog, Sara (a chow/lab mix). She was the real boss of the house and taught me early on where my place was! In fact, one night I gave her too much guff and he thumped me so good she knocked out one of my canines! The fact that it still hasn't grown back is a pretty good reminder that even though I'm bigger than her now, she's still number one!
My humans are good to me, even when I drive them up the wall. We get along pretty well but sometimes I get a little too much attitude goin' and I end up regretting it in the end. I've never been abused, but I sure have been given the third degree! Cheyenne tells me she expects more of me because I'm so smart, but I think I have her fooled. I bet if I pretend I don't understand her, I'll get away with a LOT more.
I'm all grown up now but I'm still a puppy at heart. Cheyenne tells me I'm turning into a grumpy middle-aged man, whatever that means! I just like to be left alone sometimes, especially by the new puppy! Perhaps if I convinced Cheyenne to let me run loose on our new home's farm land... but she says the farmers will mistake me for a wild animal. I'll be careful, I promise!
Speaking of our new home, a little over a year ago we moved from hot and dry Arizona to cool, grassy, wide-open spaces Iowa! It's so much nicer out here: less noise, less cars, less people to paw at me when I need my space. Cheyenne says when we get better fencing, I w0n't need a tie-out anymore. I can't wait! Maybe she'll let me in with the ducks or the cows... they look like they'd be fun to chase!
Well, that's all for now. I have to go sleep in the barn now. Ya know, some people would think I'd wanna sleep inside, but having the barn all to myself and getting to keep watch on all the strange sights, smells, and sounds of wild animals creeping around in the dark is a lot more fun that being stuffed up in the boring old house. Besides, wolves are supposed to be rugged, right?
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