Siberian Husky
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Home:Emporia, Kansas, KS  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 9 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Mama, Princess, Wakamaya

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:

January 26th 2008

FOOD!!! Run around and play catch

hot weather!

Favorite Toy:
Kong toys, tennis balls, stuffed snake

Favorite Food:

Favorite Walk:
Peter Pan Park

Best Tricks:
sit and shake!!! She finally did the shake trick!s

Arrival Story:
We were finally ready to get another dog, after Misty passed away two years ago. We were looking for a husky on the web and instantly fell in love with her.

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I'm always a good girl!

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Maya's Diary

She's defitnetly getting older!!!

June 27th 2008 12:14 pm
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I still can't get over the fact how fast Maya is growing. It seemed just like yesterday when she was a little puppy and introducing her to the whole family. Yesterday while we were playing around I noticed that something flew out of her mouth! I went over and saw that it was one of her baby teeth. I couldn't believe that she's already loosing her baby teeth. Also we already made the appointment to get her spayed. It's going to be a big day for us, but it's going to be a relief for me, since some of our family friends have been telling us every single time, that if she were to have babies, that they want one. I don't like to tell people that a husky is not the right type of dog for everyone. I know that some haven't reacted very nicely, but Oh well, there is no way I would give a puppy to someone who wouldn't be able to take care of it.


Hope this makes a difference.

June 24th 2008 12:39 pm
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How Could You?
Copyright by Jim Willis 2001

When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.

Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in Love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, How I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated
My ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams.
Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, You just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the
Paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you.

You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your
Upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules
Allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - That you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

The End

*You are encouraged to publish "How Could You?" in order to help change public opinion of animals as "disposable," and to make people realize that adding an animal to the family means a commitment for the life of the pet!


I've been tagged!

June 24th 2008 12:04 pm
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OK, so I've been tagged by my pup pal Maya, so now I have to reveal some stuff about me, so here goes:

Name Four Jobs that you have had:
1. Making dad get up at 6 am and having to take me out.
2. Making my mom feel happy when she feels down or stressed out
3. Keeping my mom in good shape!
4. Making more pup friends wherever I go

Name Four Places that you have Lived
1. My dog mom's womb
2. The kennel where I grew up with my bros and sis
3. Living with my family
4. At grandma's while mom is at work.

Name Four Places that you have been
1. Grandma's house
2. all the parks around Emporia
3. Melvern Lake
4. Richmond, TX

Name Four Places you Would Rather Be
1. in Antartica or anywhere else that has snow every single day of the year
2. At the lake, where I can go swimming
3. at mom's work, so I can be with her all day
4. anywhere where I don't have to wear a leash

Now tag four Pups!

Here are mine.
1. Rayna
2. Alaskian Storm
3. Buddy
4. Lil Miss Mya

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