Zeplin

Scratching their heads, often rescues canÂ’t figure out why a dog ends up in a county shelter and nobody claims him or her. IÂ’m such a case. I was obviously loved. Except for having heartworm disease, I was healthy. Obedience commands are already under my belt. Born approximately April 25, 2001, I weigh 87 pounds. I obviously had enough to eat. WeÂ’ll never know my real story. So letÂ’s create one. Once upon a time, there was a regal Siberian Husky prince. Loved very much by his kingdom, he returned that affection. He managed to maintain his majestic stance by not dishing out kisses. Dreaming of winning the Iditarod, he began sleep-racing and promptly fell out of bed. He hit his head on the way down and awoke to a bout of dog amnesia. Amnesia sent him out into the courtyard and heading in the wrong direction. Nobody came to the shelters to look for him because amnesia was not considered a possibility for such a regal prince. So now this regal prince needs a new palace. He promises to be superb with your dogs & children. HeÂ’s got a tremendous personality and listens really well. Royalty through and through, even down to his baritone cry when he canÂ’t get physically near enough to his subjects. DonÂ’t you have room in your palace for a marvelous prince? I was adopted for a year & returned because of things in the lives of my human, not my 's fault whatsoever. I was named for a hero. See Zeplin.