There may be a fascinating tale about how Clyde and I ended up on the side of the road (Duval Mine Road, to be specific), but our headline news is that we were rescued! I’m an 18-month-old Husky female, tricolored (silver, tan and white) with gorgeous blue eyes, and although just 60 pounds, I’m a strong dog. To quote my intake exam, I’m “very strong but sweet natured.” I like to think that’s my charming balance—strong and sweet. Volunteers say I’m friendly and loveable, too, and Clyde agrees. We’re great together and he relies on me (perhaps especially because he’s a three-legged dog), so we’d love to stay together. We know it will take someone special to adopt us both, but it could happen. Indeed, someone that wonderful could be as close as you!
Outgoing, sociable, welcoming—pick your favorite synonym for friendly and you’ll be describing me. I love the company of people and it shows! But somehow I became lost, and when found on Continental near I-19, I had wounds on the exterior of both ears. Naturally, I was very happy to be rescued, plus have my wounds tended. My wonderful rescuers already had dogs and cats, but they gave me major kudos for being playful, energetic, and just plain lovable. I’m a 1-year-old Retriever mix male and there’s still lots of puppy in me, which means I’ve things to learn (probably haven’t had much attention before), and my healthy appetite will come in handy for treat-motivated training. Most of all, I’ll want to please the one who’ll be my friend forever, and hopefully that’s you!
Rukus has earned her AKC Canine Good Citizen certificate.
If you love dogs (and I’m guessing you do), you understand the heartache of being what’s called an “unwanted” dog. It wasn’t about me, really—my person loved me. She got me as a puppy, said I grew up to be “wonderful,” and even liked my kisses. But she couldn’t take me with her when she moved to Phoenix; her family here wouldn’t take me, and her landlord wanted me gone yesterday. So I was living outside, experiencing long and lonely days, when suddenly, I came here. What a difference! Now I’m in out of the weather, have great company, walk with people every day, and I am wanted here; they call me “a sweetheart.” I’m a 7-year-old female, 44 pounds, and oh- so-ready to love you forever if you take me home.
I was running loose one day–apparently lost–when I was hit by a vehicle and severely injured. As I struggled to help myself, my rescue angel arrived and took me to a veterinarian, where my left hind leg was amputated. Since then, I’ve learned an important happy lesson: Life can be just as good on three legs as on four! I’m still me–a sweet, affectionate guy, who was gentle and tolerant with the kids I met (ages 9 and 7), and got along with my rescuer’s two dogs (but not with the cats). At just 2 years old, I’m a handsome Boxer mix boy with lots of playing and loving to do, and ready to be the happiest guy ever when you say I can be yours.