Nicknames: Sir Vancelot, Vancey Pants, Vancey Louis, BB (Beggar Boy, Bad Boy, Broke Back)
Gotcha Date: April 27th 2006
Birthday: January 7th 2002
Likes: Going to daycare.
Pet-Peeves: People who ask why he's winking at them.
Favorite Toy: For play: Any round, fist-sized rubber squeaky. But it's the stuffed kiwi he takes to bed at night.
Favorite Food: Pizza and Macaroni. Actually any sort of cheese. Or heck, any dairy at all.
Favorite Walk: As long as we're going somewhere, all is well
Best Tricks: Running agility with only one eye.
Arrival Story: This is Vance's third home, but he has always been loved. Sometimes, things just don't work out.
He was with his first mother for nearly four years. They cared for him and took him to obediance class and everywhere else he could go regularly. But his mom was ill, and her illness progressed to where she couldn't go out much. Vance was bored and, as bored Huskys will do, he became an escape artist and began roaming the neighborhoods around a main road. It was dangerous and no one was happy.
His puppyhood trainer, a rescue expert, took him in with every intent to keep him. She tried integrating him into her pack, but her two alpha bitches disliked him on sight. He didn't fare much better with her alpha male, who tolerated him at best. With leaders against him the rest of the pack had no choice but to follow. Dog friends are very important to Vance. Now, feeling for the most part unwanted, he fell into a depression. His trainer-Mom decided that despite how she adored him, it was in everyone's best interest to rehome him.
I assist Vance's trainer each week. I was there the night she got him, and I'd been admiring him for those past five months. I made no secret of wanting him, and in the end, I got him.
Bio: You know that guy who's ridiculously good-looking, but completely insufferable because he knows exactly how ridiculously good-looking he is? Yeah, that's Vance.
Once he knows you want his affection, you're done. He'll pay attention to you when he feels like it. And oh, no, he can do no wrong. None at all.
Deep down, though, it's all for show. He builds very deep bonds with people and dogs (and cats!) quickly. If you really don't like him, or if you have that bond and get mad at him... You'll break his little Husky heart.
You know how what your humans are eating is always way better than what's in your bowl?
Well today, I used my super Jedi powers to get myself in on that action! I went through the usual motions first. Pretended my dinner was really great, that sort of thing. I waited until my girl was at the stove.
She picked up an egg, and moved it into position over the edge of the pan.
I made my move.
WHACK! The egg hit the floor, sending shell shrapnel clear across the room.
Oh boy did that work well! I was unsure at first, but I knew I had to give a shot. You see, my girl is very graceful and coordinated, and would never do something like miss the pan and hurl an egg at the floor.
I trotted over and nosed the mess. To my horror, I realized this was still not the same thing she was eating! Oh no, this smelled totally different, and did not contain bacon.
I left it there.
Next time, I'll have to work on tipping the whole pan over.