She-Bear was 8 weeks old when I saw her advertised for sale at a Mall 205 pet store. She was the runt of the litter and the last one for sale. She was traumatized from being on display in the front window and was put in the back room for her to be able to eat and not vomit. She was reluctant to come to me, but her sweet nature captured my heart. It was odd in a way that I was interested in a Chow Chow, because as a boy with a paper route two Chows on my route propelled them selves against their yard's fence in an attempt to get at me.
I needed a companion dog for a one year old female Pom that was destructive due to separation anxiety while I was at work. I was concerned about the Chow maybe being dangerous for the Pom, but I was told that the Pom would likely be the alpha due to being older and already established in the house. That was spot on. She-Bear got her name from looking like a little girl bear. She immediately let Mugwhomp the Pom have her way in all things even up to control of the food bowl which they shared. She-Bear and later Hana a miniature Poodle would be eating from the same bowl when Mugwhomp would come into the kitchen and slide up to the bowl between the two larger dogs. The two would take steps backward and wait for "Muggers" to take a few kibbles, swish them around, drop them into the bowl and repeat this 2-3 times before finally taking a mouthful in seriousness to the living room to consume them. She-Bear and Hana would resume eating until Muggers returned and the whole process of princess status-dominance would repeat itself.
She-Bear grew in confidence largely due to being additionally loved and cared for by her step-mom Masayo, especially after we came to share the same home together.
She-Bear was a runner and had to be on a leash at all times outside. The few times she slipped her leash - the games began. She would get this odd look of glee in her eyes wanting me to desperately play along! I would chase after her and she would pause, but when I got close she would run again with a devilish look in her eye. She knew I was upset, but she couldn't help herself! The game was just too much fun to stop. Once I had to enlist a teenage neighbor boy to help me coral her along a fence line, before she would submit to me. She was always sorry, but joyful still from having had the feeling of freedom! I never punished her except for shouting for her to stop out of fear of being hit or becoming lost.
She-Bear grew in confidence during her life. She originally vomited every time she got in a vehicle, but eventually loved car rides in the back of my Ford Explorer. She particularly loved the beach as did Muggers with the Smelt Sands beach in Yachats, Oregon being their favorite due to the presence of small pebbles instead of sand and a gentle surf to explore.
She-Bear passed from stomach cancer just before Christmas in 2005 and Muggers in May of 2006. My losing them left a huge hurt in my heart, but the joy and memories of them is something that has help my heart to heal. They were the first dogs of my own. Stomach cancer is something like 30 times more prevalent as a cause of death in Chow Chows than it is for humans. Something is tragically wrong with that kind of statistic!
There is a common saying among Chow Chow owners that you've never really known the loyalty of a dog until you've owned a Chow Chow. I can attest to that being true for She-Bear as well as for a second Chow named Tajee that I rescued in 2008. They were both such loyal souls and I remember them lovingly and joyfully.
I needed a companion dog for a one year old female Pom that was destructive due to separation anxiety while I was at work. I was concerned about the Chow maybe being dangerous for the Pom, but I was told that the Pom would likely be the alpha due to being older and already established in the house. That was spot on. She-Bear got her name from looking like a little girl bear. She immediately let Mugwhomp the Pom have her way in all things even up to control of the food bowl which they shared. She-Bear and later Hana a miniature Poodle would be eating from the same bowl when Mugwhomp would come into the kitchen and slide up to the bowl between the two larger dogs. The two would take steps backward and wait for "Muggers" to take a few kibbles, swish them around, drop them into the bowl and repeat this 2-3 times before finally taking a mouthful in seriousness to the living room to consume them. She-Bear and Hana would resume eating until Muggers returned and the whole process of princess status-dominance would repeat itself.
She-Bear grew in confidence largely due to being additionally loved and cared for by her step-mom Masayo, especially after we came to share the same home together.
She-Bear was a runner and had to be on a leash at all times outside. The few times she slipped her leash - the games began. She would get this odd look of glee in her eyes wanting me to desperately play along! I would chase after her and she would pause, but when I got close she would run again with a devilish look in her eye. She knew I was upset, but she couldn't help herself! The game was just too much fun to stop. Once I had to enlist a teenage neighbor boy to help me coral her along a fence line, before she would submit to me. She was always sorry, but joyful still from having had the feeling of freedom! I never punished her except for shouting for her to stop out of fear of being hit or becoming lost.
She-Bear grew in confidence during her life. She originally vomited every time she got in a vehicle, but eventually loved car rides in the back of my Ford Explorer. She particularly loved the beach as did Muggers with the Smelt Sands beach in Yachats, Oregon being their favorite due to the presence of small pebbles instead of sand and a gentle surf to explore.
She-Bear passed from stomach cancer just before Christmas in 2005 and Muggers in May of 2006. My losing them left a huge hurt in my heart, but the joy and memories of them is something that has help my heart to heal. They were the first dogs of my own. Stomach cancer is something like 30 times more prevalent as a cause of death in Chow Chows than it is for humans. Something is tragically wrong with that kind of statistic!
There is a common saying among Chow Chow owners that you've never really known the loyalty of a dog until you've owned a Chow Chow. I can attest to that being true for She-Bear as well as for a second Chow named Tajee that I rescued in 2008. They were both such loyal souls and I remember them lovingly and joyfully.
She-Bear was 8 weeks old when I saw her advertised for sale at a Mall 205 pet store. She was the runt of the litter and the last one for sale. She was traumatized from being on display in the front window and was put in the back room for her to be able to eat and not vomit. She was reluctant to come to me, but her sweet nature captured my heart. It was odd in a way that I was interested in a Chow Chow, because as a boy with a paper route two Chows on my route propelled them selves against their yard's fence in an attempt to get at me.
I needed a companion dog for a one year old female Pom that was destructive due to separation anxiety while I was at work. I was concerned about the Chow maybe being dangerous for the Pom, but I was told that the Pom would likely be the alpha due to being older and already established in the house. That was spot on. She-Bear got her name from looking like a little girl bear. She immediately let Mugwhomp the Pom have her way in all things even up to control of the food bowl which they shared. She-Bear and later Hana a miniature Poodle would be eating from the same bowl when Mugwhomp would come into the kitchen and slide up to the bowl between the two larger dogs. The two would take steps backward and wait for "Muggers" to take a few kibbles, swish them around, drop them into the bowl and repeat this 2-3 times before finally taking a mouthful in seriousness to the living room to consume them. She-Bear and Hana would resume eating until Muggers returned and the whole process of princess status-dominance would repeat itself.
She-Bear grew in confidence largely due to being additionally loved and cared for by her step-mom Masayo, especially after we came to share the same home together.
She-Bear was a runner and had to be on a leash at all times outside. The few times she slipped her leash - the games began. She would get this odd look of glee in her eyes wanting me to desperately play along! I would chase after her and she would pause, but when I got close she would run again with a devilish look in her eye. She knew I was upset, but she couldn't help herself! The game was just too much fun to stop. Once I had to enlist a teenage neighbor boy to help me coral her along a fence line, before she would submit to me. She was always sorry, but joyful still from having had the feeling of freedom! I never punished her except for shouting for her to stop out of fear of being hit or becoming lost.
She-Bear grew in confidence during her life. She originally vomited every time she got in a vehicle, but eventually loved car rides in the back of my Ford Explorer. She particularly loved the beach as did Muggers with the Smelt Sands beach in Yachats, Oregon being their favorite due to the presence of small pebbles instead of sand and a gentle surf to explore.
She-Bear passed from stomach cancer just before Christmas in 2005 and Muggers in May of 2006. My losing them left a huge hurt in my heart, but the joy and memories of them is something that has help my heart to heal. They were the first dogs of my own. Stomach cancer is something like 30 times more prevalent as a cause of death in Chow Chows than it is for humans. Something is tragically wrong with that kind of statistic!
There is a common saying among Chow Chow owners that you've never really known the loyalty of a dog until you've owned a Chow Chow. I can attest to that being true for She-Bear as well as for a second Chow named Tajee that I rescued in 2008. They were both such loyal souls and I remember them lovingly and joyfully.
I needed a companion dog for a one year old female Pom that was destructive due to separation anxiety while I was at work. I was concerned about the Chow maybe being dangerous for the Pom, but I was told that the Pom would likely be the alpha due to being older and already established in the house. That was spot on. She-Bear got her name from looking like a little girl bear. She immediately let Mugwhomp the Pom have her way in all things even up to control of the food bowl which they shared. She-Bear and later Hana a miniature Poodle would be eating from the same bowl when Mugwhomp would come into the kitchen and slide up to the bowl between the two larger dogs. The two would take steps backward and wait for "Muggers" to take a few kibbles, swish them around, drop them into the bowl and repeat this 2-3 times before finally taking a mouthful in seriousness to the living room to consume them. She-Bear and Hana would resume eating until Muggers returned and the whole process of princess status-dominance would repeat itself.
She-Bear grew in confidence largely due to being additionally loved and cared for by her step-mom Masayo, especially after we came to share the same home together.
She-Bear was a runner and had to be on a leash at all times outside. The few times she slipped her leash - the games began. She would get this odd look of glee in her eyes wanting me to desperately play along! I would chase after her and she would pause, but when I got close she would run again with a devilish look in her eye. She knew I was upset, but she couldn't help herself! The game was just too much fun to stop. Once I had to enlist a teenage neighbor boy to help me coral her along a fence line, before she would submit to me. She was always sorry, but joyful still from having had the feeling of freedom! I never punished her except for shouting for her to stop out of fear of being hit or becoming lost.
She-Bear grew in confidence during her life. She originally vomited every time she got in a vehicle, but eventually loved car rides in the back of my Ford Explorer. She particularly loved the beach as did Muggers with the Smelt Sands beach in Yachats, Oregon being their favorite due to the presence of small pebbles instead of sand and a gentle surf to explore.
She-Bear passed from stomach cancer just before Christmas in 2005 and Muggers in May of 2006. My losing them left a huge hurt in my heart, but the joy and memories of them is something that has help my heart to heal. They were the first dogs of my own. Stomach cancer is something like 30 times more prevalent as a cause of death in Chow Chows than it is for humans. Something is tragically wrong with that kind of statistic!
There is a common saying among Chow Chow owners that you've never really known the loyalty of a dog until you've owned a Chow Chow. I can attest to that being true for She-Bear as well as for a second Chow named Tajee that I rescued in 2008. They were both such loyal souls and I remember them lovingly and joyfully.
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