Sue wrote to us:

 

Dear Safe Harbor,

 

Meet Truman, who came to me from SHLR in December 2008. My life has been full of smiles ever since.
 
He's polite: when his snoring gets to be too much during the night, he excuses himself and moves to the guest room. But at first light, I call out: "Tru-Man.front and center!" and he barrels into my room, leaps onto the bed and lavishes me with every ounce of affection he has. If I say "closer" he crawls on his belly to snuggle as close to me as he can get, puts his head on my shoulder and sighs that wonderful sigh of puppy contentment.
 
He's the consummate host. I was working from home one day last week when the doorbell rang. A gardener who was working down the street had found a lost dog and wondered if I knew where she lived. I said no, but I'd take her for the afternoon and see that she found her home. I looked at Truman. His head was larger than the entire lost dog. He took one look at her - scared and worried - and showed her to his back yard. They ran around and played for a good 90 minutes. The owner eventually came by and everyone was happy. Everyone except Truman. He was sad to see his friend go.
 
Mark Twain said: "The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's." I'm with Mr. Twain.

 

....Truman's Mom, Sue

 

 

Truman relaxing at home