Nicknames: Baby boy, Fuzzball, Furball, Lunkhead, Lugnut, Your Majesty, Shag Man
Birthday: March 28th 2004
Likes: Wrestling, cuddling, MY LAP
Pet-Peeves: His crate, any other dog occupying my lap but him
Favorite Toy: His two-leg sister, other dogs
Favorite Food: Cheese, bread, Canidae All Life Stages, bologna, the cat's food when he can get it, BUTTER!!
Favorite Walk: Anywhere!
Best Tricks: Counter-surfing, taking up the entire bed, Sibe hugs, zoomies
Arrival Story: I found him up for adoption online. No one wanted him because of a deformed foreleg due to a puppyhood injury, but I did. It's taken us several months to figure out getting him from North Carolina to Arizona, but he's finally in his furever home! The first thing he did when he arrived was walk up to my daughter. She hugged his neck, and he cleaned her face so thoroughly we had to pull him off so she could breathe, and I was wondering if I hadn't washed her face well enough!
Bio: This is the first time I've taken in a rescue from anywhere other than the Humane Society, and I have absolutely NO regrets! I hadn't met Thor before adopting him, but my philosophy is that as long as a dog doesn't bite, anything else can be worked with. Thor doesn't have a mean bone in his body. He is a bit standoffish with men in general, and some women too, though he warms up to them faster than men, and he loves children! If I hadn't already reached my limit with four dogs, I would willingly rescue another!
The story behind my name:: Thor is a Viking god, whose name means "thunder". He is the son of Odin and the giantess Jord. He owns Mjolnir, a short-handled war hammer that throws lightning bolts and causes thunderclaps when it strikes a target. When thrown, it magically returns to Thor's hand.
Yesterday was a wild day for me and Wolfie, because we finally made it to my furever home! Finally! We drove from Houston all the way to Tucson. It took a whole night and a day and into the night again. When we got there, there was a lot of new scents and sights! There was Mommy, Daddy, and my two-leg sister Avi, and three new four-leg sisters, Smoky, Bandit, and Cheyenne. And Wolfie was there with his three two-leg siblings and his mommy and daddy. The house was crowded!
Cheyenne was shy of everyone...she's real skittish, but she calms down after awhile. I think she just likes to make sure someone's friendly before she tries to get close to them. She hid in her crate for awhile, but Smoky and Bandit were right there making friends with everyone!
I really like Avi a lot. She gave me a hug right off, and I cleaned her face really well. Mommy said I had to stop so Avi could breathe. Oops!
I'm still a little shy with mommy and daddy though. More with daddy than mommy--I know whose dog I am! I guess I have to get used to being in a new place AGAIN, but this time I won't be leaving my people ever again, so it should be okay. Mommy says she loves me a lot and that I'm beautiful. She also says she doesn't think I'm a Husky, now that she's seen me in person. She thinks I'm a Malamute. Something about heavier bone structure. Whatever that means. Daddy says he gets a vibe from me that says I'm not really a dog, more like a four-legged furperson. Well, DUH!
Well, I finally know when I'm going home. Wolfie's mom says they're taking me home on the 9th of March. My mom tried to get an earlier transport for me, but it fell through. Oh, well. So now we just have to count down the days. I hope mommy has a big enough bathtub that I can nap in sometimes--I like sleeping in the tub!
To be honest, I don't even know what it is, but everybody's saying it today, so I guess it's important.
I had a good day today, although Wolfie's mommy didn't agree and neither did mine! Wolfie's mommy took us to the park today as a treat. We were on leashes, but I managed to pull mine out of her hand and went on an all-day romp! I had a great time, especially when Wolfie's mom was trying to catch me! The only reason she finally caught me after 6 hours was because I got tired. She had actually had to leave me there to go pick up her kids from something called school so they could help her. But when she came back, I was already waiting for her.
Mommy was really unhappy that I did this. She was scared that I would get hurt or find another family. Wolfie's mommy was really upset too, for the same reason. She didn't want to have to explain to my mommy if I got hurt while I was staying at her house. Mommy explained to her that you have to be really careful with Huskies, because we'll run just because we can, and we don't always listen to commands. Now Wolfie's mommy understands, and I don't think I'll get another chance to run away like that again!