(You can read my biography.)

I came to Pet Harbor because my former humans didn't want me anymore. They said, "He wants to eat the cat. We live in a townhouse. We don't have enough room for him. He's crated too much." It's a shame another dog had to lose his home, but their loss is my gain.

On November 14, 2002, Pet Harbor sent me to live with my mom and dad. I was scared, but they've been absolutely wonderful about making sure I never have any worries. A new treat and lots of loves are always present. I have a girlfriend named Yorka (the white Siberian in the pictures with me). She was here first. Maybe you, Pet Harbor, remember her. She scares me sometimes, but it's really nice to have a playmate when my mom and dad have to work.

My favorite toys are rag pull and firehose pull. My favorite treats are the butcher bones mom gets me. When it's really hot, they give me Frosty Paws. mmmmmmm.

Here are a few pictures of me in my favorite poses.

I have my own couch, (Ok. Truth be told, Mom lets me use hers.) and dad lets me sleep on his chair with him. I get lots of pets then. I love being outside, especially lying in the sun with my mom.

This a really good place, and I love living here. Thanks, Pet Harbor, for taking care of me until I found my real family. And thank you for finding me such an awesome family.

Merry WooWoos!!
Mischa Taylor