My husband fell in love with a Siberian Husky while looking for a dog at the shelter a year ago Oct. He named him Bear. After a few months, hubby got sick and was gone for 2 mths in the hospital. Poor Bear kept going in to the room to see if he had come back every day. Then hubby came home for only 2 days under Hospice and died. Bear is now stuck with me. I'm in a wheel chair and can't give him the exercise he really needs. I chase him round the house in my wheel chair sometimes--throw the ball around, but he needs to get out and walk and run. I just can't take him back to the shelter, he is now 10 years old.
He is super friendly--so very sweet. I can't stand the thought of not having him, but I am also very sad that he can't run around more, and I can't afford another dog to keep him company and
chase each other. He seems happy and has no destructive tendencies, except once on a while he digs holes around the rose bushes! And he loves to bury all his toys in the back yard! There's a fortune in stuffed toys back there but we can't see where they could be buried, there is no sign of them. He buried 2 Christmas socks that I never got to wear!