First off, to all of our USA friends – Happy Independence Day!  Hope you have a terrific day – and spend a little time remembering the courage it took to declare our independence from the most powerful empire in the world.

Our pal Frankie thought it would be a great idea to take this day and post how every dog out there got its name.  We are really looking forward to reading everyone’s stories (the rules of the game).  Being Siberians, we, of course, bent the rules and took a post every day this week to explain where each member of The Herd’s name came from.  We are wrapping up all of our stories with our newest member – Cheoah.  (Don’t forget  that every member of The Herd has his/her own page here, including past members of The Herd.)

Cheoah performing the Siberian Mind Meld

As we said yesterday, we never intended to have more than 3 dogs, but when our big personality, Nikita, passed, we adopted Kiska and Kodiak to fill that void.  And then we could not resist Qannik’s infectious smile.  In May of 2008, we received a phone call from a volunteer at Sarge’s Animal Rescue Foundation that a Siberian Husky had been abandoned behind a foreclosed house – tied to a tree.  The owners of the house had simply left, and this beautiful red Sibe was just left sitting there.  We, of course, made room for her.

Performing the patented Cheoah Snow Slide

But let’s back up to how she earned her name.  A few weeks prior to getting that call, we were out hiking and stopped by the Folk Art Center.  A woman approach the hu-dad and introduced herself as a member of the Lakota tribe.  She said that she believed that dogs with “white eyes” were spirits and asked to be introduced to Qannik.  When he said sure, she replied, “No, I need you to introduce me to him.”  So the hu-dad introduced them to each other.  They sat and talked for quite some time – the woman had great stories to tell.  But just before she parted, she turned and prophesied that she foresaw an addition of a Siberian Husky to The Herd and her name would be Cheoah, the Cherokee word for Spirit.

These baby gate contraptions can be confusing.

The hu-dad decided to make the prophesy come true by naming our newest addition Cheoah.  There is just one technical problem.  You see, we live right beside the Qualla Boundary – the reservation for the Eastern Band of the Cherokee Indians.  School children on the reservation must learn to read and write both English and Cherokee.  Thus, we live in an area where lots of people know that Cheoah does NOT mean spirit.  It means “otter.”  Yep, we named a dog Otter.  In a part of the world where lots of people KNOW that we named the dog Otter.  Sigh.

No, I have no idea how all of the water jumped out of the bucket and all over the dog room.

Here is the good part.  None of The Herd is particularly enamored with water.  Except for Cheoah.  Who loves to be soaking wet at every possible opportunity.  So maybe she isn’t misnamed at all.  (As for Cheesewhiz – just a play on the name.  No meaning).

Cheoah acting very lady like.

Saturday, we had to run some errands in Asheville and decided to stop at Panera Bread for lunch. Great place to eat lunch because we can sit at the outside tables near The Herd, making sure that everyone behaves.  In between the various admirers who had to stop and say hello, The Herd practices their stares at the humans to try and get food.  Cheoah demonstrates two possible tactics.

Cheoah laughing and smiling.

Hmmmm, the pleasant route did not work. What else should we try?

Making faces at the humans.

The hu-dad has been so busy at work the last couple of weeks that he has not been reading or commenting on blogs. He is now in a marathon effort trying to catch up. And what does The Herd think about this herculean effort? Let’s ask Cheoah.

Ahem. Put down the computer. Or else.