What type of dog do you have?

[Glacier]

Hobo is the resident nutcase. He's 11 years old and still acts like a puppy. He takes great delight in everything--a biscuit, dinner, the sound of his name, whatever, it's all cause for the "Hobo Dance of Joy". We call him "Psycho Puppy". He's also a survivor with some PTSD symptoms. Not many dogs escape the jaws of a wolf and live to tell their tale. Even fewer return to their life's work as a sled dog. He is afraid of the dark since the attack and barks incessantly at sunset until he's let inside(the magic doorbell bark)--a bit of problem in the winter when sunset is 3pm!

Founder is a Beta Bully. He wants to be an alpha male, but he can't back it up. This leads to the occaisonal butt kicking by the other dogs and his nickname of ScarFace. Founder is very loyal to me, with little use for most other people. He is Mac's best friend, despite the fact that Mac ate the tip of Founder's ear a few years ago!

Ozzy is a Type A personality with an anxiety disorder thrown in. He is high strung, hyper. He rarely stops moving and has a track worn in his pen where he paces all day. He noisy, territorial and protective. He is anxious about new things, people or anything that looks out of place to him. He trusts me with his life, but very few other people even get to pet him. It's a big deal when Ozzy lets someone touch him.

Mac is a frat boy...full of energy, not real serious and always looking for a good time. He wants to play all the time. He's a good sled dog, but prefers not to go out in difficult conditions.

[Glacier]

Franklin is my industrious boy. If he were human, he'd the perfect heavy labour employee. Always willing to work and do it with a smile on his face. No hill is too steep, no drift is too deep, no destination is too far. If he gets to work, he's happy! He's also like a little catepillar becoming a butterfly. It has been extraordinarily rewarding to watch him change from a shy, paranoid dog to a relaxed, well adjusted happy dog.

Antare is my instigator...he starts choir practice sessions, play sessions and occasionally a fight. He's like a really shy kid who overcompensates by acting out.

Delta is my feral. As long as I feed him, he has little use for human interaction. If he needs something, he'll find a way to let me know, but for the most part, he's quite happy to be left alone...at least by humans. He does not function well at all without other dogs. He thrives on canine companionship. He also thinks I'm nuts as since his disappearing act in February 2006, I obsessively check on him. He is territorial and keeps a close eye on everything that goes on near "his" fence.

Kayleigh is my problem child. She's dog aggressive, prey driven, stubborn and comes with a nasty history. She's also playful, affectionate and prone to fits of silliness. I adore her, but I never want another dog like her.

And finally, my Anvik, my Momma's boy, my heart dog, the dog who fills the spot in the middle of my soul that Preacher left empty. His world begins and ends with me. He has seperation anxiety that is focused solely on me, particularly when he knows I'm nearby but he can't see me. He's my velcro dog, my little blonde buddy,the least "husky-ish" personality of all dogs. He is not independant and aloof in any way! Everyone should have at least one being in their life, of some kind, who thinks they are the greatest thing since rawhide! It's good for the self-esteem!