We recently received this letter from Blackie's new family:
Blackie
is, by and far, the sweetest pup I have ever met. He adjusted from day one (I suspect he has been boarded many
times in his life... he just adjusted to easily) and has been a total
pleasure. He is also one of
the dumbest boys I have ever met... lol.
I think he may have been oxygen deprived at birth.
We
are still calling him Black or Blackie -- at least he responds to that.
He is still totally obsessive (ball... ball ball ball, cat... cat
cat cat,ballll....) and trying to teach him to leave cats alone when they
aren't into playing is proving amusing.
examples: squirt bottles - he loves it, hose - see squirt bottle,
newspaper swat - oh boy were gonna play, hand swat-see newspaper, cat
claws - oh boy oh boy oh boy were playing...
oh welll life is interesting.
Blackie
and Ruby are definately good for each other.
Blackie has learned that he has a voice. Initially he had only a whiney wimper (shock colar training?)
but has since learned that it is ok to bark outside. He sticks around and seems to be learning the property lines
(we all go for daily walks and take the wood paths so he learning the
whole 40 acres). He loves
chasing balls but hates returning them.
Ruby is slowly learning to play ball, instead she views it more as
"if I get the ball he chases me.... hahahahaha".
Ruby is much faster and smarter than Blackie and she definately
knows it. She loves wrestling
with him and to watch them you would think that had been together forever.
Bryar
gets along and appreciates not having to deal with all of Ruby's energy.
She gets jealous some, but is learning that the thing to do is go
on the walks with us. So now
Bryar is getting more exercise and looking a bit leaner.
Yes
life is good.
Mary