APRIL 20, 2018
A.k.a Nanook a.ka. Nunu a.k.a Nunu Bear a.k.a just Bear. Also if you are Hungarian I apologize for Nunu. My mum is Hungarian and Nunu in Hungary apparently means C-U-Next-Tuesday, the rude version of vagina. We literally called him vagina the first Christmas we got him to tease my mum. "Vagina's sleeping in the hallway" My mum is ok with calling him Nunu now. We didn't name him, he came with the name Nanook and the nickname Nunu. He was rescued by a veterinary clinic. His previous life to the clinic life consisted of being tied to a chain waaaay up north. Not much of a life. My husband spotted him on Our Angels Dog Rescue page, which is the same agency my parents had adopted a dog from. My husband sent me Nanook's pic from their page and said he needed to meet him. I felt I couldn't say no because 2 months earlier my husband had just bought me a horse as an anniversary gift because I had a connection with the horse. So who was I to tell my husband no when he felt a connection to this dog? Looking at Nanook's pictures I was thinking "this dog looks inbred and possibly has mental issues." Not in the sense of being a dumb dog but in the sense he'd need extra care, which financially and time wise we couldn't provide. Nanook has a serious underbite and like a lazy cross eye? Really odd looking man which looked like a possible inbreeding situation. I still agreed to meet Nanook and hoped he was weird and aloof and my husband was like "ya no forget him". Well you know that damn dog came bounding to my husband as if they'd know one another their entire lives! D'oh! We picked him up officially a week later.
There were a few hiccups in the beginning, he CRIED all night because we crated him (suggestion of the vet). My husband fell asleep down there with him one of those nights trying to keep him from crying. We crated him only those first few days at night, then he slept in our room with us. When we thought he was ok to be uncrated during the day he ended up eating my daughter's Uggs and then another day ripped her comforter off her bed and shredded it. We were told by the vet he was a runner if he got loose. We had a New Years party and people were in and out all night. He was great and for a new rescue pup handled the whole party scene so well. It was like 3 in the morning, everyone gone and my husband was throwing stuff in the garbage and Nanook decided to dart out the door. He would not come back to my husband, we panicked he'd run out of the neighbourhood to the main road. Finally my husband cornered him at the side of a neighbours house. Keep in mind my husband was in just his socks in January Ontario winter chasing this dog around our neighbourhood. That was the one and only time he ever ran, my husband has him off leash all the time now. Knowing Nanook now and how sweet natured he is and how utterly afraid of everything he is, it breaks my heart knowing he spent 2 years of his life outside. He is terrified of thunderstorms, to think he had no choice but to be outside in them and stuck in one spot is so heartbreaking. He'll never have to endure another storm outside again, he gets snuggles and a nice comfy bed to escape any storms these days.