Shelter dogs are the only ones for me ... my landlord/friend volunteers at the shelter and was on the look out for a Lab for me.
Black dogs are the hardest to get adopted it seems.... they call it Black Dog Syndrome :/
Marley (dog in my avatar and signature) my dog who passed I found on the side of the road in the rain in an industrial area of Los Angeles 6-8 weeks old.
Maggie is good dog and has such a rough life now ...
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LOL! I can tell!
I'd only just recently heard about that Black Dog Syndrome. I LOVE black dogs, and have had many. Give me my 'druthers, and I'll pick black every time. But whatever color they are, if they need me, they come home with me. All the dogs I've had have all had some sort of quirk, personality-wise, either really goofy, or really smart (like, smarter than ME! LOL!), or dog agressive, or cat chasers, or whatever. Seems like there's always something.
The best dog I ever had, though, for being JUST A DOG, just a plain old DOG, was a black Lab we called Thumper. He got his name because when he slept, and dreamed, he always wagged his tail and thumped the floor. Other dogs twitch and bark and grumble and so on in their sleep, but good ol' Thumper just wagged his tail. He never chased a cat, he was good with kids and adults and dogs and EVERYONE, he always had a big smile on his face, and the happiest moment of his day was breakfast time. I loved that dog SO much! He originally belonged to my ex-husband's sister, but when she had to move and couldn't take a big dog, she asked if I'd take him (I have a big neon "SUCKER" sign on my forehead) and of course I said yes.
The previous house we lived in had low windows, and sometimes he'd just push the screen out of an open window and jump out. But he never ran off. I'd come home and find him waiting patiently by the front door to be let back in, or lounging in the shade under the pickup if it was a hot day. He was my Big Black Goofy Dog.
I hope you have many wonderful years with Maggie.
~Lannie
I'm not sure what breed she is (it's NOT German Shepherd, regardless of her markings, trust me), but I'm thinking there's probably some Malinois blood in her. I think maybe she used to belong to a family who was on vacation and they had her tied up and she escaped or something. She was already spayed, although only about a year old when we got her. Knew all her basic commands, housebroken, the whole bit.
