Where do I start? I will start with the most important element me…I am a Norwegian Elkhound now in my 10th year, and yes I can share my age as I look very good. I found my owner around 1999 in Falls Church Virginia. Previously my life was pretty hectic and sometimes I wasn’t sure where my next meal was coming from.

I grew up in a home where my owners didn’t give me much to eat and that is why my paws are a little too long. Sometimes when my owners were high they would hit be with a tennis shoe and that hurt. One day I was able to make a break for it and left them for good. Then I found myself free to roam where ever I wanted; this was not so good sometimes as I had to hunt and find food on the street whenever I could. And, sometimes I was challenged by bigger meaner dogs. One time a large black dog came at me and I had to fight back hard; that really scared me and I learned to be pretty tough and very quick. Only, not so quick as a guy with a truck and a long pole with a noose got me and I found myself inside a building with lots of other dogs who were not happy. One day though I managed to escape back to the streets.

This part is a little cloudy for I am not sure how the Norwegian Rescue people found me and coaxed me to come with them; they did and I found myself  on Capital Hill in Washington D.C. living with a young woman who provided food immediately…the cockatiel was very tasty.

However, the young woman yelled, the cat split and things became a little frantic. My owner was a temporary situation until a permanent owner could be found. Sometimes when she went horseback riding she would take me with her and I would ran along side on a long lead….kinda fun. At some point when she became tired of me jumping up on her when she came home ,she put me outside in a shelter of some kind. Could you blame me though for being lonely? She would leave me alone whenever she could to spend time with her boyfriend, not much fun for me as I am a pack animal and need to be with others.

Then one day I was taken for a car ride by the Norwegian Rescue woman who had placed me in the Capital Hill home. And, I found myself going to a pet store….or boy food and I do like to eat! Another young woman comes over to me inside the pet store and starts talking to the rescue woman. As they are talking she is really looking at me and also talking to me “what a beautiful pup.” Now it gets interesting as I am handed over you could say to this young woman by the name of Tiffany and we walk to her car; nice car I think, although riding in cars is not so good as I have motion sickness; I obey and get in and off we go.

We arrived at her condo and she brings me inside and takes off my leash. She says to me “why don’t you go up those stairs,” the stairs are to the right of the door and take me to her art studio loft. Now here I need to fill in some details….I was not obeying anyone, wouldn’t eat and wouldn’t do much of anything for anyone, so Tiffany was told that. Looked like Tiffany wanted to get some information for herself so I thought what the heck maybe I could confuse her by obeying! I went right up the stairs, sat down and looked at her in my most Alpha position. She then said “Ok now that I know you understand me why don’t you come down.” I did. She was pretty cool in getting me to do stuff even after attacking her several times…yes I did for when Tiffany would come upon me from my right side I couldn’t see her and would really jump and growl. I had been beaten with a tennis shoe on that side and couldn’t turn my head like I was supposed too. I have a smart owner and she figured it out. She also let me stay on her bed on a towel.

Tiffany was pretty sneaky in getting me to eat. The next morning she poured dry food with some water into my dish and sat on the floor next to me. She fed me from hand. Finally on the third day I let her remove her hand from my dish and ate every bit all by myself. I like cheese a lot and ate the brie she put out for a party. Pretty good trick…ate it so fast wrapper and all she wasn’t sure she had even placed it on the plate!

Tiffany was patience, smart and kind with me. We would take walks around the lake two to three times daily…life was looking up! One very cold day, about a couple of weeks after moving in we walked around the lake that was frozen over and I saw geese. Tiffany let me off my leash to play in the snow which was a mistake for off I went on to the ice after the geese. Next thing I knew the ice broke and down I went. I came up and went down. Tiffany kept looking at me something like a mindlock and kept saying Elli come, Elli come. So I did breaking the ice with my body till I could pull myself on to the ice and come running to Tiffany. I looked at Tiffany who was taking off her jacket to wipe me down since it was very very cold and get me in the house. I noticed her boots were almost off. Lucky me for I have a feeling she was coming in to get me. I love my owner. Time to take a little break now that you have some history about me. So stay tuned we are just beginning!

Good Looking Lucky Dog I am!

Good Looking Lucky Dog I am!