Found at a gas station when he was around 6 months old. He was such a loving stray. After offering him a cracker, was able to capture him and take him home. I thought about naming him Elvis, because he had one black sideburn. But, since the only way I could convince my hubby that we should keep him (we had already kept several other strays that I had previously brought home) was to tell him that I got him for my dad (who was living with us at the time - weak argument, I know, but it worked). My dad named him Shamu. Dad died two years later and we "inherited" Shamu anyway.
He lived a wonderful life with his owners. He will be remembered for always wanting to be cuddled and for his bravery. He once chased a bull mastif down the driveway and completely off the property! Then he stood there staring him down; daring the dog to return. The dog never wandered into our yard again. My husband called him "Johnny BA" as a result.
He would patrol the perimeter of the property for interlopers. He allowed my daughter to dress him up in doll clothes and at those times he was called Joshua. He liked to chase plastic milk jug rings and usually pushed them under the stove. Whenever we cleaned under there (once in a blue moon), we would find handfuls of them. He loved TUUnaaa, chicken & chEEze!
Over the years he was called by many silly nicknames, some of them are, Shamuski, The Tookster, Too-key Naanu. We used to joke around and make like he said, "You can call me Too-key, you can call me Moo-key, you can even call me Puke-ey. But, don't ever, EVER call me Poo-key!"
We had Shamu longer than any other animal we have ever owned, he was with us for 17 years. That's a LOT of love!
He lived a wonderful life with his owners. He will be remembered for always wanting to be cuddled and for his bravery. He once chased a bull mastif down the driveway and completely off the property! Then he stood there staring him down; daring the dog to return. The dog never wandered into our yard again. My husband called him "Johnny BA" as a result.
He would patrol the perimeter of the property for interlopers. He allowed my daughter to dress him up in doll clothes and at those times he was called Joshua. He liked to chase plastic milk jug rings and usually pushed them under the stove. Whenever we cleaned under there (once in a blue moon), we would find handfuls of them. He loved TUUnaaa, chicken & chEEze!
Over the years he was called by many silly nicknames, some of them are, Shamuski, The Tookster, Too-key Naanu. We used to joke around and make like he said, "You can call me Too-key, you can call me Moo-key, you can even call me Puke-ey. But, don't ever, EVER call me Poo-key!"
We had Shamu longer than any other animal we have ever owned, he was with us for 17 years. That's a LOT of love!
Found at a gas station when he was around 6 months old. He was such a loving stray. After offering him a cracker, was able to capture him and take him home. I thought about naming him Elvis, because he had one black sideburn. But, since the only way I could convince my hubby that we should keep him (we had already kept several other strays that I had previously brought home) was to tell him that I got him for my dad (who was living with us at the time - weak argument, I know, but it worked). My dad named him Shamu. Dad died two years later and we "inherited" Shamu anyway.
He lived a wonderful life with his owners. He will be remembered for always wanting to be cuddled and for his bravery. He once chased a bull mastif down the driveway and completely off the property! Then he stood there staring him down; daring the dog to return. The dog never wandered into our yard again. My husband called him "Johnny BA" as a result.
He would patrol the perimeter of the property for interlopers. He allowed my daughter to dress him up in doll clothes and at those times he was called Joshua. He liked to chase plastic milk jug rings and usually pushed them under the stove. Whenever we cleaned under there (once in a blue moon), we would find handfuls of them. He loved TUUnaaa, chicken & chEEze!
Over the years he was called by many silly nicknames, some of them are, Shamuski, The Tookster, Too-key Naanu. We used to joke around and make like he said, "You can call me Too-key, you can call me Moo-key, you can even call me Puke-ey. But, don't ever, EVER call me Poo-key!"
We had Shamu longer than any other animal we have ever owned, he was with us for 17 years. That's a LOT of love!
He lived a wonderful life with his owners. He will be remembered for always wanting to be cuddled and for his bravery. He once chased a bull mastif down the driveway and completely off the property! Then he stood there staring him down; daring the dog to return. The dog never wandered into our yard again. My husband called him "Johnny BA" as a result.
He would patrol the perimeter of the property for interlopers. He allowed my daughter to dress him up in doll clothes and at those times he was called Joshua. He liked to chase plastic milk jug rings and usually pushed them under the stove. Whenever we cleaned under there (once in a blue moon), we would find handfuls of them. He loved TUUnaaa, chicken & chEEze!
Over the years he was called by many silly nicknames, some of them are, Shamuski, The Tookster, Too-key Naanu. We used to joke around and make like he said, "You can call me Too-key, you can call me Moo-key, you can even call me Puke-ey. But, don't ever, EVER call me Poo-key!"
We had Shamu longer than any other animal we have ever owned, he was with us for 17 years. That's a LOT of love!
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