He was thrown-out as a pre-adolescent kitten named "Simba" by his drug-dealing owners. A friend of mine rescued him and dropped him off with me on her way to work. From there, I'd volunteered to take him to the Humane Society for her. But I couldn't resist meeting the little waif first. No sooner had I unlatched the carrier door, than he exploded out of it, took over the house and charmed my socks off. But, my--was he ever hard to hold! Not because he disliked being held, but because his hair was so silky and SLIPPERY, that he oozed right out of my grasp!
After much prayer, I gave him a new name--Uzi-- for the Israeli machine gun (his personality), and for "oozy" (his coat!) Uzi favored his new name by immediately answering to it. He also immediately took to a leash and loves to go for walks, snoops and climbs. His favorite thing is to peer into neighbors' houses and see what they're doing, if there's a ledge outside their windows. They know Uzi now and don't mind, God bless 'em. (I mind my own business.)
In truth, Uzi's never met a stranger, or a dog he didn't like, or a situation he couldn't handle. When we took in a vacationing neighbor's Shih Tzu, Uzi was absolutely beside himself to have his very own dog!!! When I ask him, Uzi gives me his undivided attention and LIKES to learn new things like "sit" and "stay." He's bold, confident, sometimes rambunctious, loves attention (even from the vet), and hasn't a mean bone in his body. I am overwhelmingly blessed to have Uzi--a charmer, a companion par excellence, and my "little man."
Phoenix, AZ
