Although Whistler’s barking style may be unique, his lack of ambition runs throughout his bloodline.
His mother, Queen Nefertiti, was notorious for playing dead too realistically. Several times a day, her owner, Ralph, would hold a mirror to her nose to ensure she was still breathing. There was one unfortunate incident where a dog sitter mistakenly thought Queen Nefertiti died on her watch and hysterically dug a doggie grave in the backyard. Fortunately, Ralph came home before the sitter was able to hoist Queen Nefertiti to her final resting place.
Rufus, Whistler’s grandfather, never walked. He was capable, but since he was held frequently as a puppy, he decided he preferred to be carried. Despite weighing 40 lbs, Rufus expected everyone to haul him to interesting places, including the mail carrier. Rufus particularly enjoyed going on walks with his owner, Shenise, but a few slipped discs in her spine put the kibosh on his outings.
Whistler’s great-great grandfather Rocket was a spry and energetic dog. He was a champion fetcher and enjoyed long days swimming at the lake. Unfortunately, no one else in Whistler’s family appreciated his athleticism and shunned him from family gatherings.