|1 Year Old||Male||Husky Mix||50 lbs|
Need to know…
Working on being growly on walks ~ Mandatory Training ~ please read my whole bio
|Hasn’t Met||Gets along well with proper introductions||Has met children 10+ years|
Argh, Matey…it’s me, Captain Hurley at your service. If you’re thinking, “Oh no, the one-eyed dog is busting out a pirate joke? Is this even politically correct?” don’t sweat it. I’m a super sweet, silly pooch looking for just the right family to spend my life with and right now I’ve got my eye on you. Wink.
Now, let’s get to the part where you get to know more about my fabulous self. I’m an approximately one-and-a-half-year old male Shepherd mix and I weigh a healthy 65 pounds. I have been vaccinated, microchipped, neutered and enucleated. Sounds fancy, right? It just means I had an eye removed, but for the sake of impressing the ladies please don’t tell them that so I can floor them with my knowledge of fancy human words. “Hello darling, my name is Hurley and I have been thoroughly enucleated in my time here on earth. Care to go for a stroll?” End scene.
I presently live in a foster home with five foster dog brothers and sisters (I know, they’re like the dog equivalent of the Duggar family. I like to call us the Doggars because I’m so clever). In my family dynamic it’s clear to foster mom that I love the ladies. Occasionally I will growl at my foster fur brothers for no apparent reason other than to let them know that they’re not female and therefore I don’t like them as much. I haven’t met any cats yet, although one of the dogs is cat-sized. If my forever home already has a dog a confident female would be best for me. I have this unfortunate tendency to pick on older male dogs. Also, like any dedicated pirate I have a tendency to guard my treasures. For me this precious booty includes things like the water bowl or what I perceive to be high value items like food, treats and my people, particularly when I’m around these older patriarch dogs. I’m working diligently with my foster parents on this. Proper introductions are essential to any dog relationship. All this means is a nice loose lead and short hellos with human supervision. Going for a walk together helps to strengthen the dog to dog bond straight away too.
I’ve met older kids and get along great with them, so children 10+ are recommended for me at this time.
Obviously I’m different than other dogs in that I suffered an injury to both my eye and my neck before coming south, but I’m completely healed physically. On the plus side I hear the ladies are often drawn to men with dark and tortured pasts. As a result of these injuries, though, I’m understandably uncomfortable with people grabbing my neck or pushing themselves into my face. I’m pretty much the ideal dog to have around during a pandemic because I already know all about social distancing. These two sensitive areas aside, I looove people and I’m super affectionate. One of my quirks is that I will give your arm a bear hug before snuggling right in and if given the opportunity I will try to sneak up on the couch with you for some Netflix and chill. It’s important to keep me off, at least in the beginning, so that I don’t get too big for my britches. It’s a dog thing – we associate height with control when we’re in new environments. This means no couches, no beds, and no stilts. Har.
Raise your paw if you’re perfectly house trained! You can’t see me right now but I’m raising both paws for added emphasis. I haven’t had any accidents in my foster home and am very good at going to the door when nature calls. In my foster home both my foster parents have to leave for work so my schedule consists of a morning pee, breakfast and a walk and then the crate while they’re at work. Then when my humans return home I’ll have a nice dinner, go for another walk or a round of training, snuggle time, another pee and then back into the crate for the night. Your home could have a completely different schedule and I’ll adapt. I’m a super smart boy and I really want to please my people. One time my foster mom and dad were out for a little longer than usual and I really had to pee, but I was in my crate. So I pulled a MacGyver and maneuvered my 65-pound body over my food dish so they didn’t have a mess to deal with when they came home. There wasn’t a drop in my crate. How’s that for dedication?
In dog years I’m a teenager, which means that sometimes you need to lock me in my room, which in dog terms is a crate. Like most teenage kids I’m not a huge fan of being sent to my room, but after a few minutes of protest I settle in. Who can blame me for wanting to be with my beloved family who I adore so doggone much? See what I did there? I manipulated your feelings for my own gain…just like a teenager would. Muhaha. I go in and out of my crate throughout the day and can be led into my crate without putting up a fuss to go in when you need me to. I will spend the first few minutes of my crate time singing to you, although foster mom says my singing sounds more like the dying sounds of a Mongoose. Personally, I think I’m very talented. But in all seriousness this dying mongoose is crying because he misses his people. If you tell me, “Enough” I will listen and covering my crate with a blanket can help to soothe me, but only when you’re home. If left unattended I will pull in that blanket for some extra cuddles. I enjoy a soft blanket and bone in my crate to keep me cozy and occupied. When you get home I will be so excited to see you (and I’ll be bouncing around with glee) and I’m still learning that I need to self-soothe and calm myself before you will let me out. Because I’m such a smart boy I learned that making the crate go shaky shaky makes the door go open open, so my humans beat me to the punch and put a caribener on the door. I like to think that I’m a pirate of the caribener. Get it? I’m eating all my meals in my crate to prevent me from resource guarding and also so I associate the crate with happy things.
Also akin to a teenager I seem like a confident boy and I’m definitely improving in this department, but I’m internally insecure. Having a structured and safe home where I can put my Northern past behind me will definitely help with that. I’m like most teens where if you give me an inch and I will take a mile, which means mandatory training is imperative for me. Foster mom says that when people hear the word “Mandatory training” they get scared, but I don’t understand this. I see kids go to school each day because they need structure and need to learn how to human well. Dogs are no different. In my case it’s deemed mandatory (even though all dogs need it to be the best dogs they can be) because I have special circumstances. One is my physical disability of having only one eye and the other is my guarding tendencies which led to two previous tussles with other dogs where a human tried to assist and were accidentally bitten. Think of me as your own personal Mike Wazowski.. He went to a university for adorable little monsters and he graduated the top of his class even with one eye.
If my history scares you please know that I really am a darling goofball. I’m actually an aspiring magician. On a few occasions I’ve attempted to walk through glass walls, but always end up with my face smooshed into the glass. I’m a Cyclops dog so it isn’t a stretch to think that I would have magical tendencies. So far, no dice.
Vroom, vroom, meep, meep! I love car rides and will hop right in and out of your car without any assistance. Sticking my head out the window and feeling the wind blow through my fur is one of my favorite things to do. On one occasion I got so caught up in this joyous feeling that I nearly rolled out of the window, so having them fully down is unsafe for me. To keep me from bouncing around the car it’s recommended to tie my leash around the headrest, or closing part of it in the door. This keeps me from hopping into your lap while you drive, even though I’m confident I’d be able to keep an eye out for oncoming traffic.
Leash training…I’m very responsive to corrections and really only pull when I’m excited to come outside and then occasionally when we meet a dog I want to sniff. The commands, “No” and “Enough” are ones I respond well to. I keep trying to tell foster mom that I will also respond well to words like, “Taco Tuesday”, but she doesn’t quite get it yet. Humans can be so hard to train. Leash in hand in the yard is important, particularly as we are getting to know each other to prevent any jumping of gates or fences. On walks foster mom does this weird thing on our walks where she will randomly turn in the opposite direction to get my attention if I’m walking too far ahead. One of my favorite things to do is go for a hike, so if you’re the outdoorsy explorer type you won’t hear any complaints from me. On walks or hikes it’s important for me to stay on your left side so I can keep you in my sightline and be reassured by your presence as we go on our adventures together.
I’m a well behaved boy in the house. I don’t have any chewing tendencies (high paw) and while I have a playful side I’m also capable of being a chill dude. My favorite toys to play with are bones, occasionally a ball, but most of all people and my foster sister, Kenora. People are the best toy of all. Foster mom says I’m such a lovable pup, but it’s super important for me and all the other adoptable dogs from FTH to have a no touch and no talk rule while on leash for the first two weeks of having me in my new home. The leash will help you to correct me if I need it, particularly if I show any signs of resource guarding (the leash has been proven to quickly nip me in the bud) and the no touching and talking is just to ensure I don’t develop separation anxiety. I can already tell I’m going to love the fluff out of you, so it’s better to take it slow and easy so I don’t overdose on all the love I know you’re going to give me in our lives together.