Cheese Whiz, Cheese Ball, Cheoah-Woah, Che, Cheese.
And for those who wonder how the Cheese Whiz nickname came about, it was a slip of the tongue. Hu-Dad was trying to call her with a crowd of strangers around and that name slipped out. It stuck.
Note on her name
A few months before Cheoah, we ran into a woman who said she was a member of the Lakota tribe. As a spiritual woman, she said, she wanted to meet the Herd. After talking to us for a while (she was quite fascinating), she told us she saw us getting a new female Siberian who would be named Cheoah, the Cherokee word for Spirit. So, when this dog came into our life, we decided to make the prophesy come through by naming her Cheoah. One minor issue. After, and only after, naming her, we decided to check and make sure the name really meant Spirit in Cherokee. Of course, it does not. It means Otter. While it may seem odd to name a dog "Otter," we decided to let it stick because we liked the name and because she loves - I mean loves - to be soaking wet. She will immerse herself into the water bucket for drinking just for the fun of it (and at the utter disgust of Queen Natasha).
A call came to us from a local rescue in late May 2008. A Siberian Husky had been found tied to a tree behind a foreclosed house. The owners had been contacted and they said they had been unable to find a home for the dog. She came with AKC papers claiming she was 2 1/2 years old, but my vet and I both agree the dog is probably closer to 10 months old. The original plan was we were going to foster her until she found a home. She found a home - she just never had to move. If we believe the AKC paperwork that was left at the house with her, she was born December 22, 2005. Interestingly, the Dam's name on the paperwork was Nikita Natasha. How appropriate.
Whatever her background, she had never been dog socialized and came into the Herd trying to make eye contact with everyone. Needless to say, she has found herself corrected many times by Queen Natasha and Kiska. She is learning how to be submissive to the older, bigger females - a very wise move.
Oh my, what a talker. And her sound of displeasure is a scream. She yelps, woos, howls, and more.
Where she sleeps
During the day, she can usually be found stretched out on the couch in the den - in front of the fire in the winter. Her second favorite spot is her crate. When she can't be found in the house, that is usually where she is.
The most common activity is being annoyed by her brothers. They dearly love her.