When I was young we got a dog from the Athens Co. Dog Shelter. He was a wee puppy (we kids were so excited!). A few days after we brought him home, he came down with Parvo. Fortunately, after three days at the vet’s he was in the clear.
The pup loved to explore, so my Grandpa Moe named him “Posse”, because he said the dog plus us kids made up our own posse. The pup grew into a big, gentle, long-haired dog. He had a small patch of white on his chest, but other than that was all black. He fit the Belgium Shepherd breed standard almost perfectly. As the AKC says they should, Posse “reflect[ed] the qualities of intelligence, courage, alertness and devotion to master. ”
Posse patrolled the farm for about a year. Then, one day, he was hit by a car and died. I was devastated. He had been my obedience dog for 4-H that year and I had high hopes for showing successfully together. Besides that, I’d lost a best friend.
Today I was reminded of my friend Posse when I was browsing the Franklin Co. Dog Shelter’s website, as I tend to do from time to time. Check out this guy–he looks almost exactly like my Posse. I love his eyes–they say, “I can’t wait to find a friend to guard & a job to do! Can I be yours?”.
Aspiring Alverna 