Henry Miller

Parson Russell Terrier/Wire Fox Terrier
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Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:
-mutt-pound dog-dog rescue

Gotcha Date:
September 8th 2007

January 1st 2007

Snuggling, FOOD!, stealing toys from other dogs and being chased, playing fetch (but not giving up the ball), playing tug, Barry!, going to Charlie's house for play dates

cats, people in the hall outside of our apartment, when the ball is put away, italian ice carts at the park, de-icing salt on the sidewalk, car rides make me throw up :(

Favorite Toy:
Anything that squeaks or that can be destroyed

Favorite Food:
breakfast sandwiches that he steals from unsuspecting people at the park, RAW--dinnertime is so much fun now

Favorite Walk:
Fort Greene Park

Best Tricks:
roll over, shake

Arrival Story:
I had been searching for a dog for about three months. I wanted a small to medium-sized, adult dog (3-5 years old) that I wasn't allergic to. (I'm usually ok with wirehaired dogs.) I also really wanted him or her to be a mutt. I applied for several dogs on petfinder, but I guess I wasn't a very good candidate. I don't have a backyard, kids, or another dog. Plus, I have allergies. I didn't get a single response. So I started visiting shelters every chance I could. One time, I was in the middle of filling out adoption papers at the North Shore Animal League when I had a severe allergic reaction to the dog I was going to adopt. My eyes swelled shut. Things were looking pretty hopeless. Then one day I was looking on petfinder and I saw a little grey dog that was at the Brooklyn pound. Since little dogs go FAST in NYC, I left work on my lunch break to go see him. When I got there, they said, "Oh that dog was just adopted, but you can go in and see the other dogs we have." The pound is a very sad place-rows and rows of pit bulls that have three or four days to find a home. I knew I couldn't adopt a pit because of my allergies. As I turned to leave, my eye caught the filthiest, scruffiest, cutest little wire-haired terrier mutt I'd ever seen. I asked about him and the guy working there said, "We just picked him up about an hour ago. He's a stray. No collar. No tags. No microchip. He seems like a really nice dog!" I went up to his cage and he came right up to me and started nibbling my fingers. Ouch! The card on his cage read, "Jack, 3 years old." I asked, "Are you sure he's three?" The guy said, "yeah. We THINK he's about three." But this mouthy mutt seemed like a puppy to me! They told me they had to hold him for three days before he would go up for adoption. They also said, "Come right when we open on Saturday or he won't be here. Small dogs get adopted right away." Everyday I looked at his picture on their website. Even though I didn't know whether or not I would be allergic, my heart was set on him. I grew up with terriers. I LOVE terriers. He was perfect! On Friday, I called to make sure he would be available on Saturday morning. They looked him up on the computer and told me that he was "no longer available for adoption." My heart sank. They told me his records were confidential and that they couldn't give me any more information. I kept telling myself that he must have escaped his yard and his wonderful, loving owners had finally located him and taken him home. MY dog was still out there somewhere. About three weeks later, I decided to visit a shelter that I had never been to before in Williamsburg, Brooklyn called BARC. They didn't have any dogs listed on their website that looked like a good fit, but I wanted to go and check it out anyway. I told the adoption coordinator about the type of dog I was looking for. He didn't take me to see all the dogs because he said, "I have the perfect dog for you." I waited for him to return, and I couldn't believe my eyes when he walked out with the filthiest, scruffiest, cutest little wire-haired terrier mutt I'd ever seen. MY little terrier from the pound!!! (This no-kill shelter pulls most of their dogs from the city pound.) He told me that "Luke" had already been adopted out to a family and returned. The family didn't give a reason why. So there was just one test-my allergies. I know within ten minutes if I'm allergic to a dog. I just have to pet it, rub my eyes, and wait. I played with him for an hour and rubbed my eyes, and guess what-NO ALLERGIES! By the end of the visit, he had crawled in my lap and it was a done deal. When I got him home, I named him Henry.

I think Henry was about 8 months when I adopted him, even though they said he was 3 years. He was uncoordinated, peed like a girl, mouthy as could be, destructive, not at all housebroken, and 1/2 the size he is today. :) Henry took the Wisdom Panel DNA test in 2008. The results indicate that he has distant traces of Wire Fox Terrier, Border Terrier, Tibetan Terrier, Bull Terrier, and Basset Hound. I repeated the Wisdom Panel test in 2010 and the results indicate he has a significant amount of Parson Russell terrier and trace amount of other breeds too small for the test to detect.

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Unless I am at daycare or my best friend Charlie's house, you can watch me sleep all day when mom is at work. Go to:

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