KC

Breed: Siberian Husky
Nicknames: Big Boy; Handsome; husky Husky; PITA (“Pain in the A…”) 
Birth date: 2/28/00 
Favorite dog to run with: Luke, although Lyka was my first instructor. I like her too! Since I'm an only child, I like to have a running buddy to help pull mom.
Favorite toy: My Kongs filled with Yummy Chummies salmon treats
Favorite food: I have refined gourmet tastes and eat Solid Gold Wolf King with salmon and bison; I like to wait to eat until my pack (mom and Steve) are eating too. I always hope for pizza bones and crumbs on the floor!.  
Favorite pastime: Shedding! Tufting! Crotch sniffing (animal or human, I don't discriminate!) and watching Animal Planet on the couch with the A/C on while mom’s at work! I love urban mushing now, too! I have a fan club of neighborhood kids and seniors who love to see me on my walks. 
I’m best friends with: Ziggy, my ridgeless Ridgeback buddy and Steve. 
Pet-peeves: That darned calico cat that taunts me in my yard. Someday, I’ll catch her! I don't like it when mom and Steve have to go to work to earn my kibbles. Teeth brushing.  
If I could change anything in the world, it would be…All huskies would have the life I live (Some sad stories with happy endings here, though!) 
I love my parent(s) because…I get to go on nice walks, eat good food, play, and mush. I’m spoiled and usually get what I want! I have lots of nice bandanas mom puts on me, too. Steve thinks they make me look like a sissy-dog, though. 
My bio: Mom never got to see me as a small pup. I was born in Victorville to champion parents and a nice family adopted me and probably paid a lot of money for me. They never had a dog before. I guess I was a little more rambunctious than they anticipated and they were also allergic to me. They advertised me in the newspaper and mom and my pop came to get me. It was love at first sight! I was about 4 months old and ate a new couch, dug a hole in the carpet and devoured 9 rose bushes-thorns and all! After accidentally eating a chili (Ooh, ooh! Woo, woo!) from the garden, I stopped randomly nibbling. Then, my pop got ill and I was his constant companion for 3 years while he was on hospice. I ate lots of ice cream, sandwich bites, and cookies with him and got quite "husky". After my pop died, I made such wailing and moaning sounds that my next door neighbor, Steve (who works nights) came over during the days to play with me. Steve and I became good buddies right away (I love him!) and mom and Steve have fallen in love all because of me! Now, I’ve lost 11 pounds, eat healthy (where's the pizza bones?), have gone to the snow, and am a beginning urban musher, too. Thank you all my new friends at Fairview Park!
 
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