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Likes: I love chasing rabbits and birds. Tug is my favorite doggie game, and if I could spend ALL day at the beach I would!
Pet-Peeves: I really hate being by myself.
Favorite Toy: I'm quite fond of those red and black latex squeak balls.
Favorite Food: Oh my gosh...cheese and chicken jerky, but mom doesn't give them to me much any more because I get the hersey squirts. Then my Auntie Julie introduced me to homemade pumpkin dog treats. Almost just as good as chicken jerky!
Favorite Walk: Do I only get to choose one? I have so many...hiking Cowles Mountain, running Lake Murray and Lake Miramar. I guess we can go with anything trail. Makes me feel like I'm out in the frontier!
Best Tricks: I'm pretty good at stealing other dog's toys then teasing them with it to get them to chase me.
Arrival Story: (From the momma) After the San Diego fires (2007) I went at the local shelter looking to find a cat or two. The shelter was a little up side down and overwhelmed with animals. Each time I found an animal I liked, I'd later find out they belonged to a fire victim and were unavailable. About to leave, thinking I'd try back when things were settled down, I caught a glimpse of a pair of ice blue eyes.
In all the maddness, this was the only animal I saw who was calm and quiet. I figured she probably belonged to a fire victim...I could tell she was perfect from the very beginning.
I never had a dog before. Never even considered myself to be a dog person, but I couldn't get those eyes out of my mind. When one of the workers asked me if I wanted to have a one-on-one meet with her...I couldn't believe she was available. I agreed and as the worker brought her over to me, I just knew she was suppose to be my dog.
I've heard animals choose their owners and yes I believe Maya (then Nina) had choosen me...boy was I lucky!
(From Me) Yup...I picked her. Have you seen my photos? I go to the beach, out for runs, hikes, and been to almost every dog park in SD. When Mom's at work she sees that I stay with an auntie or takes me to day care. And did I tell ya I even got her cooking for me! Can I pick em or can I pick em?
Bio: (From the momma) Maya's previous owners purchased her from a breeder and then gave her up because of allergies. She was 10 months when I found her, an outside dog, not well house trained, and couldn't even sit on command.
Currently she mostly prefers being indoors, especially on warm, sunny days. Very few "accidents", which only occur if I've been working long hours. And I'm proud to annouce she was the top in her beginner obedience class!
Forums Motto: Princess Maya
The Groups I'm In: ♥~Husky ♥ers 4~Ever~♥, *~HaPpY HuSkIeS and MaLaMuTeS~*, Cesar's Dogster Pack, Friends of Canine Corners ~ La Mesa, Husky Heaven, I Love My Siberian Husky, Pawsome Pages, Pen Paws, PURRS N WOOFS VILLAGE, San Diego Husky Lovers, ~~~Huskys galore~~~
The Last Forum I Posted In: Dogster & Catster Video Contest!
My Name Sake: I was named after Maya in 8 Below. I don't see the resemblance...Movie Maya has brown eyes mine are blue. I'm a short haired husky and Movie Maya is full of fur! But mom swears we're identical and we'll watch the movie together at least once a week. I gotta say, I wouldn't mind running like Movie Maya...she's so fast! Ok, ok, ok, I'll admit it...I watch the movie and pretend I'm her! So neuter me, why don't cha!
Maya Meaning: The other day, when I was suppose to be doing me obedience homework (husky are notorious for being easily bored) I decided to surf the net instead.
Stumbled across the website on name meaning. Did you know "Maya" means bitterness in Hebrew? Well, that doesn't describe me at all. Was about to complain to the momma but then also found out this:
Maya in Arabic = Great; Maya in Hindu = God's creative power; Maya in Greek = Mother; and my favorite,
Maya in Arabic = Princess
Mom calls me her princess so I guess my name suits me after all!
"If you are a dog and your owner suggests that you wear a sweater. . . suggest that he wear a tail."
-- Fran Lebowitz
This weekend, the momma is taking Mauii and I camping. I use to love going camping with Fluffy Butt, but I'd rather leave Mauii at home!
We all went camping two weekends ago. Even Matilda came along with us. First off, Mauii got car sick and puked all over all our bedding. Then he puked all over the momma. That was pretty funny, but I was not excited about having to sleep on Mauii puked camping gear.
Then he had a temper tantrum every time the momma or I left his side. Could you be a bigger baby?? The momma woke up early one morning and decided to get up, and get ready in the bathroom. When she got out of the shower, she could hear Mauii screaming like a banchee. It was like 6 in the morning. The whole campsite was woken up. It was humilating.
As I woke up, I discovered not only was I laying there in Mauii puke, he has also peed on everything. The whole trip was a disaster. Not sure why we are going to be doing this all again this weekend.
I'm going to pretend I got a bout of the kennel cough and see if the momma will leave me home with the cat.
Apparently mom did not get the memo that I do not do puppies!!
Thankfully I only had to put up with your silly puppy ways for two months. I've got months and months of silly puppiness to put up with from this Mauii charater!
Can you believe the little runt tried to hump me today. And not once. Not twice, but three time!! And no matter how much I growl at him he doesn't get the message that I just don't want to play! I'm almost three now. I'm too darn old to be rolling around and doing all that nonsense. Afternoons are for napping. Did he not get THAT memo??
Today, mom finally washed the bedding and blankets you laid down on before you went to the rainbow bridge place. I didn't want to say anything, but the bedding was stinking up the house so I'm glad she finally did. And she also picked up all your toys. They're all in your toy bin. I think she'll probably pass them on to the new kid.
I miss you Fluffy. You were the best. Sorry I never told you that. The new kid's gonna be a talker just like you. The other day he threw of fit after mom placed him in his kennel for bed time. He was screaming and whining. Then he threw his head back and tried to howl. It was hilarious!!! It just sounded like, "wh--, wh--, wh--". I wanted to say, "You're forgetting the "oooo"! That's what makes the howl you foolish boy!"
And today when he did his little play bow and started to bark at me because I won't play, that was pretty hilarious too. That was the squeakiest bark I ever heard! Oh, and did I tell you he snores!!! Have you ever heard of a husky that snored!!!
Ok, well that's all the new stuff I have for you. Hope you're having a good time where you are. We've been getting lots of cards. If you didn't get the memo, you're greatly missed down here.
All week the Momma and I have been going back and forth to the place were we left Fluffy Butt. Most of the time I just stay inside the car. Each time the momma came out of the building I thought Fluffy Butt would be with her.
Then today, I didn't have to stay in the car. The momma took me inside the building with her. I always remember this place well. The smell. The sounds. The energy in the air. There's lots of frustration. And loneliness. I remember this place because it's the same place I first saw the momma.
We sat in the lobby for about 15 minutes. Couldn't help but to sniff around for Fluffy. He wasn't there. Then a man came and we got to go inside where all the doggies and kitties are. We went into a play yard. And we sat and waited.
In walks this shy, timid, red and white boy. He couldn't have been more that 4 months old. He was scared. The momma told me to ignore the little guy and just pretned he was not there.
A few moments later the red and white boy jumped into the momma lap and started to lick her face. She laughed and said, "Well, you won me over, now all you have to do is win over Maya."
I was determined NOT to be won over. But there was something about the little guy that reminded me of Fluffy Butt. I thought, whatever he was, a stranger in a strange place, someone would go out of their way to make him feel like he belonged. Like he mattered. So I guess that was how I got "won over".
Tomorrow I will have a new baby brother and his name is Mauii.
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