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When you adopt a dog, you are never quite sure they will accept you as their new family. You know this has finally happened, when, unasked for, they begin sleeping upon their back.
Give love... adopt a pet... you'll find that love is given back a hundred fold.
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Give love... adopt a pet... you'll find that love is given back a hundred fold.
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Cami hasn't slept on her back in the almost seven years she's lived here -- nervous little thing. When she feels comfortable, though, she'll turn over for a tummy rub. Once in a great while, she'll let my brother rub her tummy -- it's bestowed as an honor.
The first and only Wolf I've met up close and personal was an Arctic I met at the recycling center about 20 years ago. After being properly introduced, I let her sniff my hands. She said, "Nuts to that!" and assumed the position above. Yes, it was tummy rub time. My Australian Cattle Dog almost sniffed the hide off my hands when I got back in my truck.
The first and only Wolf I've met up close and personal was an Arctic I met at the recycling center about 20 years ago. After being properly introduced, I let her sniff my hands. She said, "Nuts to that!" and assumed the position above. Yes, it was tummy rub time. My Australian Cattle Dog almost sniffed the hide off my hands when I got back in my truck.
She was a purebred, as far as her Human knew. Her mother was hit by a car up in Canada somewhere; she and a brother were rescued at about four weeks of age. And yes, rub my tummy or pay the consequences!
She had a son who was half Mackenzie Mountain Timber Wolf and GSD cross -- he couldn't be taken out in public.
She had a son who was half Mackenzie Mountain Timber Wolf and GSD cross -- he couldn't be taken out in public.
A very high percentage timber wolf - 90% level. Older couple in the neighborhood had her. She was an old one, but still got around well and if she took a liking to you, you were stuck loving on her till she tired of it. She would put a massive paw on your foot to keep you in place. Was actually funny - being told to keep on petting by that wolf.
My dog showed up in our yard after being dumped and he got hives shortly after, resulting in a $500 birthday present when I turned 15. (He was 2-3 years old back then, and I'm 23 now, so he's fairly old and getting them white patches on his face.)
He is fairly suicidal - about half of his nicknames are from such attempts - and would go outside the yard if we didn't barricade the gaps in the fence until I found him lying in the side yard one night with buckshot wounds all over his left side. One emergency vet visit later, he almost never ran out again, and he still has a piece of buckshot in his hind left leg today. Many of his other attempts have resulted in him having an insane hydrogen peroxide tolerance, so he is no longer allowed at my mother's office lest he get into some stray piece of rat poison.
Still, he has us trained fairly well - he'll complain to my mother when he needs to be fed, and most mornings he won't go out until I get up. (He also used to sleep in my bed with me at night, but now only really does it during the daytime.)
He is fairly suicidal - about half of his nicknames are from such attempts - and would go outside the yard if we didn't barricade the gaps in the fence until I found him lying in the side yard one night with buckshot wounds all over his left side. One emergency vet visit later, he almost never ran out again, and he still has a piece of buckshot in his hind left leg today. Many of his other attempts have resulted in him having an insane hydrogen peroxide tolerance, so he is no longer allowed at my mother's office lest he get into some stray piece of rat poison.
Still, he has us trained fairly well - he'll complain to my mother when he needs to be fed, and most mornings he won't go out until I get up. (He also used to sleep in my bed with me at night, but now only really does it during the daytime.)
he sounds like 'all dog' to me and quite the friend... Huskies are like that too. If a door is left open, they're gone. I know they love us but it must be in their blood. Our old Huskie, Blue, would do that, and usually end up at the doggie park. Later in life he would sneak outside, go around the house once, and come right back to the front door.
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Ah yes, huskies...endless hilarity. That is also a tummy that must be rubbed. And I know the feeling, having three adopted kitties. Two from Aurora Animal Control, the third a stray found as a kitty in my in-laws' back yard. And while they haven't been entirely free of trouble (Bubbie--pillowfoot, Mandy--hepatitis, constipation; Toby--ear polyps) they are so very loving.
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