Mego was born at Cloud Walker Kennel
on March the 5th 2007
in May of 2007 we placed her with what we thought was a caring family
here close to home (a lot of our puppies travel far and wide)
on August 20th I received a phone call from AMERICAN ESKIMO RESCUE
Mego had been turned over to animal control and was in their care
they called me. I went and picked her up
As those of you who have bought a puppy from me you know our contract
states "If for the life of your dog you find that you cant retain them to call -contact me first- I do not want them turned over to a shelter or rescue
and totally don't want them picked up by animal control
Her name at the time was different but to save "face" for her we have changed her name and she will now answer to MEGO
Mego is from our Gump/ Lacey breeding and you all know how special I think our man Gump is and a clown Lacey is .
those of you who have a sibling to MEGO will also know what high energy dogs this litter is so you have a clue how bouncy MEGO should be and I say SHOULD BE
follow along as she and her story develops right now we are just trying to get her back to "normal" puppy play and personility but we are already seeing an amazing story to follow her!

The Beginning 08-22-2007 to 08-27-5007
Mego does have some behavioral issues as with any 6 month old puppy who has been neglected and locked away from human companionship
so this page will be in dedication to her travel from neglected puppy to super star (I don't say that lightly she comes from great stock) and the wonderful people who came to her aid
she has been spayed so we are taking it easy on play time till the sticthes are removed
MEGO on the right Blue on the left little Smoky in the background
MEGO says "What is grass??
Mego has a loving home
While she wasn't
Abused and neglected
As we think of
Abuse and Neglect
She did suffer from her
Trauma of puppy transfer

Please do understand
This is a life time
And while I can
Foresee all future
I pray that you
Will understand
Those questions
I ask and the
Need for contact
After placing a puppy
In your care
I thank Marta for
Her undertaking
Of dealing with
Mego's past
To bring her into
The loving and
Wonderful dog
She was born to be

St Louis American Eskimo Rescue website
Learning to play again
Mego has found out grass is fun and zooming  around the yard is even better. she has taking a short time out to do a great sit her nusiance barking is slowing down as is her jumping an pawing (I did say slowing down it's not gone yet) Her leash and collar training is coming along quite nice since she likes to be out and about she has taken to it very well

Mego has a fan club and they are just the best ever
not only have they offered some tremendous words of
kindness for her and our kennel the financial help has been just mind blowing. Her Vet bills that she incurred while at St Louis Rescue
have been paid by these wonderful people as well
How proud can I say I am of these people
they have not only taken the time to raise one of our puppies to amazing dogs but now has given of themselves
Their financial support brought tears to my eyes.
what makes me proud is that not only did they offer money
but offers of giving Mego a permanent home and rave reviews of me as a breeder and our kennel, makes my heart sing!
I can't say thank you enough to them!
We Pounce
and finally we laugh
We Roll
Mego made the trip to live with her new family
and seems like a love affair has begun!
WE hope to have some great updates on Mego's progress
and the beginning was wonderful
While sad to see her leave it was wonderful to know she is going to
a new adventure with a loving family!

Oh what a great time! We made the trip to St Louis for the REskie Reunion
Mego took second place in the best tail wagging contest
with her new family
I was very proud of Mego
She was in a room full of people and other dogs and tried her best to behave quite properly (well other than sticking her feet in the water dish provided for ALL the dogs)
Up date from Marta on Mego 10-04-2007

She is just a joy to this family.. We are  having a good time with  her.. Oh and  her and Bob started getting along great.. They just play  and play.. Around and up and down on the couch and thru the house.. They are so funny..I took a few pics of them but with the  digital it blurs  as fast as they go.. But  I also have to figure out how to download them and send them to you.. She has only had one accident in the kitchen no big deal... But she gets walked enough  we shouldnt have many problems.. She gets to leave her toys all over the house where the kids never got too.. We just love her so much and want to thank you for letting us enjoy her... She is an angel and we cant wait to show you how much she has changed . Thankx..
Below is an insert from a book I read By Jim Willis
©Copyright Jim Willis 2002
From the book "Pieces of My Heart - Writings Inspired by Animals and Nature"
You can not read his book and keep a dry eye

If you want a dog and never give a thought to the fact this animal can live for 15 years and where it will fit in your lifestyle say 10 to 15 years down the road Maybe you need to read this before considering a puppy purchase, Maybe it will cost me a sale when you decide to go to the shelter and adopt one of their older dogs. If it does let me know
how much you love your new found friend. I will be just as happy as if you bought one from me!
Here is the link

      When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.        My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.       Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.       She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished
to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."       As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them, especially their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.       I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being your dog to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.       Now you have a new career opportunity in another city and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.        I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers."       You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.       After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"        They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.        I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.        She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"        Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

Mego in her new home
Mego and her "bone"
Mego is doing well- stilled spoiled rotten
and running circles around her playmate "Bob"
we are pleased to report from Marta
that Mego is showing NO SIGNS
of the ordeal she went thru as a 6 month old puppy
this is a tribute to Marta and her family
and Oh we have to give Bob credit where
credit is due, Marta says he has been the biggest influence in
her life! "Go Bob Go"