Goof

Goof the malamute came to us as an abused pup named, Aspen..  When I rescued him, he's managed to have several broken bones already.  Who would do that?? People that need to be shot? Maybe.  Let's just say it hasn't been an easy run with the mal.  Since Aspen had come into the pack he was able to adapt well. He ran well with the pack. Seemed to feel at home with everything around him.  Only problem was, he wouldn't let me get anywhere near him.  I tried to pet him and even hand feed him.  He wouldn't have anything to do with it. He growled at me.  He even bit me a few times.  Nothing hard just little bites to let me know he wanted his space. Little by little after working with him for long periods of time. He's somewhat getting there.  He's an amazing runner.  Given his physiology you wouldn't think he would be able to run like he does.  Where most large dogs fade during their run, Aspen manages to maintain his speed and strength.  Where the alaskan huskies seem to lack strength, Aspen has got it covered.  Also, because he's so big, he runs with a goofy stride.  Running as if his paws were a couple of sizes bigger than they should be.  His tongue slaps his face as he cuts through the trail. His ears, which seems to be three sizes to big for his head, are locked, pointed back toward me.  He's focused. He's Goofy looking.  Over time we figured the name Goofy suited him better than, Aspen. Other nick names: Vamos el Senor, Goo!  I am crazy pleased with his turnout.  He has honestly come a LONG way from the day we picked him up.  Every dog runner (musher) from time to time, will re-home dogs. Either for retirement, or in hope that the dog will run better for another team.  Goof will be the main dogs that stays with me forever.