The Siberian!

The Siberian Husky, a well known active and energetic breed, can be recognized by it's double coat and distinctive features. As the original descendants of the "Sled Dog", the breed has become a household favorite and an intelligent companion. Angel landed on our doorstep at the beginning of my freshman year back in High School, and since then, there is no denying the unconditional love.

One of the most amusing qualities about my girl Angel is her inability to bark like the average dog. Instead, a docile and unique "yelp" is let out, (sounding almost as a little child!). Since we adopted her (at 5 years old), her anomalous personality has began to shine, proving to us that she truly is much more intelligent than we initially thought. She has always been an extremely quiet dog, but don't let her silence fool you. She is well aware of the actions she is not supposed to do, and she can't help but sit on her little round bed in the kitchen and with that look of  guilt on her face when she has done something wrong.
My mother has done a terrific job making hr obedient, and she has created a relationship with her that I find to be truly remarkable. Every night, Angel sleeps on the little round bed in the kitchen, and the words "kitchen girl" has her hears perked straight up to the sky and her paws scurrying off in an instant.
When I came back home last Thanksgiving break, I was expecting to walk through the door and have her come trotting right on up to me. But no, instead she was mad at me, refusing to play with me until I caved in and shared with her some of my lunch. After that, she forgot all about me going off to school.
Somehow, I tend to find myself blowing in her face and ears daily, fully aware that it drives her absolutely insane. I always get my face too close when I do this, and she playfully tries to hit me with her paw, as if we were surrounded by ropes in a boxing ring.
I'm not going to lie, I am always chasing her around or teasing her with treats. One thing I always get a kick out of is when I throw a blanket over her and cover her completely. She pauses for a second, and then frantically tries to find her way out. The process never gets old, time after time I find the look of playfulness and curiosity peering at me through the blanket that is still half covering her face.

                                               Angel poking her head up and out of the blanket.