
I was named after Superman's nemesis "Lex Luthor," but no one calls me Luthor. I've enjoyed seeing my name sake on the T.V. show, "Smallville."
My mother is an Akita and my father is a Siberian Husky. I've taught
my Human many things. She thought I'd be as easy to train as Hans, the German Shepherd. Ha! I quoshed that notion! All it took was once off leash for her to realize the errors of her ways.
Why am I the "Houdini Dog?" 'Cause I can escape from anything!
My Human tried to crate me, but I destroyed the crate in record time. I even escaped from the pen at my old Vet's office.
I know for a fact that when
my Human came to take me to live with her she was told that she needed to rock me to sleep in her arms every night. She doesn't do that any more. She says it has something to do with me weighing 112 pounds. I think that's an invalid reason.
She does cuddle with me, though. I like that a lot even though I act like I don't.

I have a taste for music. Back when I was an only dog, but after
my Human realized I was "uncrate-able," I'd entertain myself with her record collection. I'd pull out several albums a day for my enjoyment. All of them would be different each day except for Fleetwood Mac's "Rumours." I liked that one. But
my Human made a crate for her records. I miss those good ol' days!
Later I'll write about that
Turbo who lives at
my house!