Hi my name is Forgotten.  I arrived in this world full of spunk, vigor, and wanting to please. Unfortunately after a few dog houses secured to a 5ft chain, I thought I finally arrived at my forever home, that of a competitor dog musher. Unfortunately it was not meant to be because I couldn't keep up with the rest. Like so many of my forgotten friends, we were the chosen ones if we got to live the rest our natural lives in a dog yard because all too often most of us ended up at shelters across Alaska discarded like a used up piece of furniture and were eventually euthanized because we don't make good in-home pets. My mother once said for how smart people think they are by saying things like "oh, dogs love to run 1,200 miles, little do they realize we show excitement because if they too were tethered to a chain 95% of their lives, they would appear happy to finally get some exercise while forgetting Balto never raced all the way to Nome on the Serum Run".