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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, P*I*F (Paw it Forward), Pawsome Pages, Pen Paws, PURRS N WOOFS VILLAGE, San Diego Husky Lovers, ~~~Huskys galore~~~
The Last Forum I Posted In: How To Properly Hug A Baby
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
I had the nicest compliment today from my Shephard friend Lexi's Mom. Lexi, Fluffy Butt and I have been working out constantly!! Every Monday night we go for a run, each week increasing the mileage. This Monday we're up to 7 miles. Then Tuesday mornings are our big Cowles Mountain hike mornings. The plan is to hike to the summit, then hike down the other side. Back up to the summit and back down to where we started. (We missed this Tuesday's hike because the momma's car battery died, so we're making it up by doing two hikes this weekend.)
Then Saturdays are for very long run/walks somewhere new each time. There's not an area in San Diego we haven't been to! Today, we travelled around Ocean Beach. It was much hotter than we anticipated so we only did 4 miles. The momma let Fluffy and I run and play for two hours in dog beach afterwards. The momma says she got some good shots of me catching tennis balls. I don't know what it is about tennis balls and the beach. Could care less about tennis balls at the dog park, or any of them in the house, but for some reason whenever I'm at the beach I can't stop chasing tennis balls! I won't bring them back mind you. That's not what us huskies do, but steal them from other pups...I'm all about that!
So back to what's Lexi's Mom said. As we were approaching dog beach, Lexi's Mom tells the momma, "Wow...Maya's got her waist back! She looks good!" And while I haven't weighed myself since we started this new workout routine, I must say I do feel much lighter, faster, and got a lot more pep these days. The momma agreed my J Lo booty was gone and I now have hip bones once again. Just in time for summer! No one's gonna call me "fat" ever again!
Yesterday my glass window was shattered. Ever since I was adopted the momma has been giving me bully sticks. Usually when she's leaving for some unknown period of time. And I've thoroughly enjoyed each and every one of those sticks...I htink they're smoked, or basted, or something. I would some times even wished the momma would leave hoping I'd get a rancid stick...doggie twizzlers, as she sometimes called them.
I almost didn't even try the bully stick when the momma first introduced it to me, but it had this alluring stench which I could not resist. And it so was long lasting! I could gnaw and chew and gnaw and chew for hours and hours at a time. It was like being in a chewing wonderland!
But the sticks are some what expensive, and when Fluffy Butt came along I didn't get to enjoy them as regularly as I would have liked. Then yesterday a marvelous thing happened! The momma was shopping at Costco for my second favorite treat...Denal Nubz yum yums...where she found a huge bag of gourmet bullies for only 19.99!!! Fluffy Butt and I can almost have a bully a day at that price!!
While I tried to be patient, I could hardly wait to have a bully. I begged the momma to go run a errand. When that didn't work I started to whine. Was so close to throwing a temper tantrum when suddenly the momma dropped a stick right next to me. She said, "Stop pouting Maya. Enjoy your steer pizzle!"
I didn't have a clue as to what she had just said. The reek from the bully was so overwhelming I could think of nothing else! And since I hadn't had a bully for quite some time I almost devored the stick whole! And then the momma's comment came back to me. What in the heck was she talking about...steer bizzle or snizzle? And when I asked her she said, "Steer Pizzle, you know, the stuff they make you bully sticks with. Didn't you know you were eating steer pizzle?"
My reply was, "Well of course I knew I was eating steer pizzle! What dummy doesn't know that!" In reality I didn't have a clue. I tried to con Fluffy Butt into telling me, but I don't think he knew either. So when know one was looking, I logged on to the computer to look it up.
And when I found the definition, I immediately began to wrench. A little vomit came up in my mouth. The momma won't let me eat poop but she'll let me eat a whatchamacallit!!! It doesn't make any sense! And I'm not telling Fluffy Butt what it is either!!!
I do not recommend this movie at all! There I was so very excited to watch a movie about a dog from the slums who turns millionaire! Can you imagine his doghouse with all sorts of bling, bones, pig ears, and treats galore.
But there was not one single dog in the whole movie...not a one!! And all the humans were speaking even weirder human speak than what I'm use to. About ten minutes in I fell asleep, that's how boring the movie was. So how, do you ask, do I know there was not one single dog? Well I asked the momma. Soon as I woke up I did! I said, "So how much money did the rich pup win? Did he/she move into a doggie mansion?" The momma replied, "Silly Maya, there weren't any dogs in the movie!!"
You should have seen my face when she told me that. All my dreams of being a millionaire were suddenly shattered!! No gold collar, or diamond tiaras. Now it's back to dreaming of racing and running.
Still not liking all my new extra curricular activities, but I must say I've got my girlish figure back and Fluffy Butt and I get to eat all the treats we want again!
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