Woo, how time flies. Realized that a year ago today, we took Cheoah to the vet for the first time. She had actually been with us for a couple of days after being rescued from being tied up behind a foreclosed house. A neighbor had spotted her and intervened with the local all-breed rescue, who knows us well. So we got the call asking if we could take in another Siberian Husky. According to the AKC papers left with her, she was born December 22, 2005, but we simply do not believe she is 3.5 years old. Her development (and, well, puppy personality) points to a 2 year old.
For those who do not remember, shortly before Cheoah came into our lives, we were out hiking and met a woman who said she was a member of the Lakota tribe. The woman told us she saw that we would be adding a new member and that that dog would be named Cheoah, the Cherokee word for spirit. So when we adopted this new red Sibe, we decided to make the prophecy come true. Only, we forgot to confirm that Cheoah actually meant spirit, an important point since we live right at the Qualla Boundary (the Eastern Band Cherokee Reservation). As it turns out, Cheoah means Otter in Cherokee, not spirit. So we are now very cognizant on the reservation that we have a dog named otter. It fits because she loves to get wet.
So Happy Cheoah-versary and welcome to The Herd!
Patented S-RV Face
Walking at the Beach
With Big Brother Kodiak
Living up to the Otter name
Enjoying laying outside the S-RV on a camping trip
Hanging out in Charleston
And, of course, hiking with The Red Team