Nicknames: MimiTheGreat, MimiGirl, Meem, Big Girl, Big But, Snow Dog, MissPretty, Black Beauty, Little Wolfie, Legs, Old Lady, The Fun Police
Birthday: October 11th 1995
Likes: SNOW! It's my duty to protect my domain from stray cats. I also love to travel and stay in hotel rooms. I love meeting new dogs and their owners!
Pet-Peeves: My sister Molly The Brat (well, sometimes), people who don't think I'm absolutely beautiful, and when the car is stopped in traffic! I also hate the rain and really hot/humid days. I hate it when Mom lifts up my but to help me walk.
Favorite Food: I eat Advance Pet Diet Senior formula. I love ice cream, cheese, bread, and warm sweet potato biscuits.
Favorite Walk: I'm having trouble walking now and steps are impossible, but I like taking short walks outside.
Best Tricks: Oh, no, that's beneath me! I wouldn't even entertain the idea. Although, Mommy says my selective hearing abilities are beyond compare.
Arrival Story: I was dropped off at the pound at age 6. I spent several months there. No one wanted me because I was "old", big, and black. I think people were put off by my teeth when I smiled at them. But, when my now Mommy walked down the aisle, I knew she was the one for me! So, I sat by the cage door quietly while the other dogs yapped away. She was impressed! I think she was sold when I flashed her my beautiful toothy grin and fabulous blue eyes. Mommy took me outside and I sat right by her side, showing her my loyalty. Mommy also appreciated the fact that I was potty trained and love to spend time in my crate. We've been together ever since!
Bio: Yeah, my so-called sister Molly was added a year later. We didn't get along at first because I had a lot to teach her. I get pretty jealous sometimes. But, we are a pack now and we take care of each other. Mom and Dr. Steve sent me to The Bridge on 6/24/10. It was not an easy passing, but I'm happy to be pain free.
The time comes. A Siberian Husky lifts up its head. There is an untested adventure beyond. Time to go.
Across the Rainbow Bridge is a place for all dogs. A river runs wide and shallow with tennis balls that fly with their own wings; that is the place for a Labrador or Golden to await its master's arrival.
The Siberian is not content here. Northward is its trail....
There are soft pastures for Aussies and Border Collies, with sheep and geese to pen. Agility equipment grows like trees amid frisbees and flyball.
But the North continues its sure wild call, and the Siberian's journey continues....
Now the air is colder. Now the moon is always full. Now the light is silver and it breaks and shimmers on fields of bright snow. Now there are no roads, no walls, no pens, just endless space to run. This is where Siberians gather, North of the Rainbow Bridge.
They wait in this beautiful place, happy, but not complete. Suddenly, a howl begins, as one dog senses someone coming, someone very special. All the Siberians raise their heads and join in the ancient chorus. They dance like moonbeams and sing like winter winds.
There are red ones like dawn streaks, black ones splattered with many colors and silver ones like the first strange hour before light. They line up as if in harness and run together, in a scintillating, many-colored streak. The leader of the team guides the others past the fields and river, with racing feet and racing heart. They rush to greet the new arrival at the Rainbow Bridge, where the leader is rejoined with its beloved person, never to be parted again.
The glory of the reunion is celebrated by all the Siberians dwelling beyond the Bridge, a glimmering, multicolored team leaping and whirling with joy. The light from that scene is what we see on magical evenings in the northernmost parts of this Earth: The Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights beyond the Rainbow Bridge