Tiberius, my first dog as an adult, my first Siberian Husky. I can tell you his birth date and I can tell you that I fell in love with him the first moment I saw him. He had such a serious looking face and he still does. He comes from excellent breeding stock and has the papers to prove his lineage and the accomplishments of his ancestors. I can honestly tell you that for all that, I really couldn't care any less about what his lineage is. He is AKC registry eligible, but I have never sent in his paperwork because I never plan on "showing" him. Tiberius is my "pretty boy" without a lick of sense in him. Well, now that's not really accurate either. He does know when he senses a threat to his Momma and at that point, whomever or whatever is causing the threat will realize quickly that my seemingly docile Siberian really is a force to be reckoned with. Whatever wolf instincts are bred deep into their genes are still there and they can be unlocked when he perceives a threat.
Ash, my second Siberian, my rescue pup. I saw his picture online, read a little of his story and called the woman who had posted the ad on Petfinder. Her and I talked for almost two hours and at the end of the call, I knew I was making a trip to Tennessee with Tiberius in tow to let these two boys meet and see how they responded. The trip was a success, obviously, since he now resides with us. Ash did not have the luck that Tiberius did as a pup. Where Tiberius has never known a day where he isn't loved and adored, Ash got shit for brains owners, who beat the dog out of him. When I first brought Ash into our home, he cowered for days until he was brave enough to start sniffing around and checking things out. We had to take it easy with him, and we still do, because any movement in his direction with your hand out made him cower in fear of being hit. I think he realizes now that he won't be hit in our house because his personality is starting to shine!
Tiberius & Ash - combined together...these two are some of the biggest joys in my life these days. They play and they romp and they run (boy do they ever run!) and they chase our cat, Seamus (pronounced SHAY-mus) relentlessly. Seamus is not without fault though. I swear somedays I think he has a death wish because he will hide behind a piece of furniture and jump out to attack which ever dog walks by him first...and then he dashes off...with the duo twins hot in pursuit. Tiberius is teaching Ash what it means to be a dog and I love watching Ash's progression and improvement day after day. Ti will bark at Ash if he thinks he is on something of his and Ash allows Ti to eat first, but he will protect his bone from him. We've had a couple of good fights between these two over bones. Tiberius does not like to share...at all. So sometimes Ash will climb up into my recliner and lay in my lap. I really think it's more of a "ha ha" in Ti's face than it is anything else, because he knows that if he is in my lap then Tiberius cannot do anything to him. They are both my boys and I am so proud to have them.
I will say this though. Not once did I ever anticipate owning more than one dog, much less having two Siberian's under one roof. However; I realize that I probably should have gotten two pups at birth so that they could have grown up together and been trained together. Then I realize that had I done that...I never would have found Ash and he would still be with the rescue group (who are great people by the way!) and searching for his forever home. So, I have no regrets over how I have gotten to this point with my boys. I love that Ti has a playmate...someone his size that he can rough house with...be a dog with. I do enjoy taking them for walks, even if most people that see me walking two of them at the same time do a double take because their first glance gives them the impression of two wolves on leashes. We get some odd looks some days, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
These are my boys.
I am Momma.
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