Likes: To lay on the couch with me and have me stroke him between the ears.
Pet-Peeves: He hated most people that came over, and bit a few in the butt.
Favorite Toy: Stuffed toy bone, tennis balls, and raw hides
Favorite Food: He ate anything I ate, including hot peppers, Favorite treat; Peanut butter cookies, if you had some, you had a friend.
Favorite Walk: Walk?? You mean when he drugged dad anywhere we went. All over.
Best Tricks: He talked, very clear plain human word's, thats what made him special
Arrival Story: Casper was an abused dog. I was helping a friend move and was the first time I seen him, he was playing with a ball. A guy came out and used his fist on him, for no reason. My friend asked me to stay out of it, that he had to live with this butt-brain as a neighbor. Second day I seen him, a really tall woman drove up and got out, Casper went up to greet her and she kicked him, so hard he went into the air about 6 feet. My friend said the same thing. It wasn't even a half an hour and the guy came out and started wailing on Casper again. This time I went down to fight!!! I knocked on the door and asked the guy to come outside. I told him I wanted to see him knock the crap out of me like he did the dog, and continued to tell him I fight back, in other unkind words. We did a lot of arguing for while, he even threaten to call the sheriff on me and I told him to go ahead, either way this dog is leaving today. We argued some more and then he said the magic word's, he said, "Fine, you want him so bad, give me $200 dollars and you can have him". I had exactly 209, I asked if he had papers and he went and got them for me. I was surprised that Casper was a husky, I thought he was a German Shepherd. The other 9 dollars went on dog food, LOL.
Bio: Casper would ride on my motorcycle in the parking lot, he would try to drive my van too, we would go somewhere and when we pull in our leather shop parking lot he would jump up and say "home, home, run, run, run, and put his paws on the wheel and park us. He loved any hamburger place and was well known at most places. He wasn't a dog in his book, he was human. He would say word so clear that ppl was amazed. his vocabulary included; Dad, Mom, home, run, outside, mam-ma, ride, cheeseburger, hungry, kid's and a few others.
Before Casper, I thought of dog's as tool's, mostly for hunting or to watch your house. He became my companion and more than a best friend. My kid's used to say, "dad, you spoil that dog more than us" And I would always say, " Yep, he don't talk back when I tell him to do something".
Then one day I went to work, and it felt like Casper was under my feet. I knew he was at home but I just kept feeling him wrap around my feet. I went home and my buddy had died, my world fell apart. That night when I went to bed, I felt him get in bed with me, he had an unusual way of getting in bed. He came to comfort me. I still have a hard time not crying when ever I see a white Husky. Heck just about any white dog. Words will never describe what we had, but I know my buddy has wings and is waiting to smack me with his paws when someday we see each other once more (something he would do if I was gone to long, stand up on his hind legs and use both paw's to smack with). As a tribute to my buddy I work with leather and did a leather picture in memory of him and his girlfriend Misty, who just passed a couple weeks ago. He will always be in my heart.