Hi Lisa and everyone,
I thought you might like to hear one success story. Here are some recent pictures of my dog, Posh. I adopted her from the Clinton County Humane Society in June 2003. She was one year old. I saw her picture on Petfinder and read her bio and I knew she was the dog I wanted.
I just wanted you to know, I still have her and she is the bright spot in my life. She loves me unconditionally.
She is so smart! Shortly after adopting her from you, I signed her up for training classes at Petsmart. She was a quick learner and she tried so hard to please me. I also taught her many tricks and she is quite the performer when company comes to visit. Her tricks are speak, roll over, beg, and she holds a treat on her nose and waits for me to say ok, then she flips it up and catches it in her mouth, and I also taught her to pray. I say "paws up" and she immediately puts her two front paws on my knees. I say pray and she tucks her head between her two front paws. I say "amen" and she looks up to get her treat. What a dog!
She goes everywhere with me in the car when cooler temperatures allow. Because she is a labrador, she loves water. When she sees a creek or a river, she dives right in almost dragging me down the creek bank with her. I wish I lived near a lake. She could swim every day.
Also, my sister and brother-in-law live on a farm in Bargersville, not far from me. On cooler summer days I let Posh run loose on the farm. I walk around the perimeter of the cornfield and Posh runs ahead. When she is a good way up the path she looks back to see me. She doesn't let me out of her sight. I taught her to sit on command and while we are walking along the path near the road, when a car is coming, I can shout to her from a distance to SIT and she immediately sits and waits for the ok continue on.
She is so devoted to me and she communicates very well. It seems she knows everything I say. "Where's your ball, Posh?" She runs across the livingroom floor, gets her ball and brings it to me to toss. Nomatter what time of day or in the wee hours of the morning, she lets me know when she has to go outside. She comes up to me and nudges my arm when she has to go out and when I say, "do you want to go outside?" She gets all excited and charges to the back door. All of the dogs I've had in the past, I always had to guess after 8 hours if they had to go outside, but not Posh, she lets me know.
I often check your shelter site to see the dogs that are available for adoption. I really like black dogs. They are so pretty. I did not realize there was a "black dog syndrome," when I adopted her. I just thought she was a pretty dog and that was that.
Thank you for giving me such a wonderful dog and a great companion.
Kind regards,
Susan Irwin
Camby, IN 15 miles south of Indianapolis
