Hello,   My name is Bailey, and if it looks like I'm smiling, its because I am!  I wasn't always named "Bailey," and my story wasn't always so joyful.  My past life is such a blur nowadays that I'll start with the time a few months before my adoption.  I was brought by my previous family to the Utah Humane Society because they hoped that I could find a home with a new family to love and to care for me.  It seemed like an "OK" place; all the other dogs were barking and excited, some stood up on their hinds legs and wagged their tails as people walked by as if to say, "pick me, pick me!  I'm a fun dog!"  I was anxious to see the people come in to visit too, and at first I'd greet them with a smile and a wagging tail - I have a beautiful thick, furry tail!  Folks would stop to look at me and would walk by, as they often did.  I noticed that lots of dogs were being adopted and getting to ride home in their new families' cars, but not me.  I started to wonder what I did wrong.  After a few months in the shelter, I realized that the people coming in wanted younger dogs and I was already six years old.  "I'm a border collie, I have lots of years and lots of energy left in me!", I thought to myself, but no one seemed to care.   Months went by and I started losing faith.  I had my own pen to sleep in, but it was lonely, too.  Night after night I spent alone on a hard concrete floor.  The staff at the Humane Society were really nice, but I could tell they were losing faith, too.  One day, a cute Mom and her daughter came in and stopped to look at me.  I was really not in the mood, and I thought for sure they would not want me.  I was dirty, my coat was matted - it was embarrassing.  I didn't even stand up to greet them.  They walked away and I thought, "Oh well," but to my surprise, they returned with a staff member and leash.  They wanted to walk with me!  I put on my best face and tried to walk with a spring in my step like the younger dogs did.  It was really tough because although no one knew it, my feet hurt so bad from being on the concrete for so long.  I did the best I could but I still had a slight limp.  I figured I'd show them my great personality, so I wagged my tail, and I walked wherever they wanted to go, even with sore feet.  It was so nice to be outside!  At the end of the visit, they put me back in my pen.  What happened?!  I thought I was so good!  I put my head down and went to sleep.  I guess they didn't want me either.   The next day, they came back with Dad.  I wasn't too excited.  They left me behind the last time, yet, they had a leash and wanted to take me for a walk again.  I again tried to hide my limp, but it was tough.  I heard the dad mention my limp, but he didn't seem to mind.  We played in the yard for awhile and this time they didn't put me back in my pen!  Could I finally be going "home?"  Well, I was eventually put back in my pen, but it was only because I had to be checked out by the veterinarian before I could go home.   The day finally came!  Everyone was so happy, most of all, me!  The staff were so excited that the Glasmacher family wanted to adopt me that they even gave them a discount on the adoption fees.  On the way home, I wondered what kind of home will I live in?  Will I be in indoor dog or an outdoor dog?  Will I be chained up in the yard or will I have a nice dog bed to sleep on?  It didn't matter, I was going home!  We arrived at the house and I was taken inside.  They gave me a bath right away and boy, did that feel good!  I was dried off and brushed, and then they let me stay inside.  I found a place to lie down on the carpet and went to sleep.  Its been almost two years and my life is so wonderful now - I sleep in the bedroom with one of the boys and I sometimes sneak onto the parents' bed after they get up.  I get to hide under the bed when the scary thunder comes.  I have food and water in my bowls all day long (but I don't overeat).  I go on walks several times a day with the kids.  I did get in trouble once when I nipped at the heels of a passing bicyclist (hey, I'm a border collie, I herd things!), but I haven't done that since.  I share my home with a little Yorkie named Ratchet, who I think is crazy, but I love him anyway.  Oh, and my limp went away. Thank you, Utah Humane Society, for not giving up on me.        -Bailey the Border Collie

In October of 07 my son and I adopted a second German Shepherd. I have found with many dogs, specifically the working/ herding breeds, if they don’t have a job they go self employed. My female Shepherd has a job; she is a Certified Therapy Animal. My son and I had been looking for an animal that he could train and participate in volunteer work with as well. I found Shadow (then named Braxton) on Petfinder.com. A gal in the Salt Lake area was fostering him for the Humane Society. Thank you Julie for your kind heart, gracious spirit and fostering the newest member of our family. We were told Shadow was approximately six months old and rescued from his former master, as he had been severely neglected. He was, however, recovering and did not show any short comings because of his neglect. We made a trip to see Shadow and, of course, I was instantly taken with him. I made my son wait a week just to make sure this is what he really wanted to do- it was!   Shadow fit right into the family but it took me a while to decide what this animal was all about. He has such a dark, serious face, he has to herd everything on two or more legs and he puts his mouth on everything too! He is constantly underfoot and armpit, I can not get in to a cupboard or drawer with out him checking it out. None of these are complaints mind you, I really take pleasure in an inquisitive dog, but this guy takes the cake and first prize! It took me a little bit but I finally figured it out… he is happy! He enjoys everything his humans do and some of the things we don’t, like getting into the Tupperware drawer. Does not matter what shadow is doing, it’s his favorite thing. “Chewing on a toy at your feet- it’s my favorite thing, sneaking on your bed in the middle of the night- it’s my favorite thing, checking out the Tupperware drawer, chasing flies like a cat, and slurping your tooth brush when you are not looking or sitting so I can be petted- it’s my favorite thing.”   He has gained a tremendous amount of weight and the muscle he lost as a result of his neglect. He has also gained a couple of inches and his body has filled out to be the majestic adult male dog he is. He has never shown any signs of his neglect either physical or psychological. He did not understand treats and was a little spooked by loud noises (AKA the vacuum) but he has long since gotten over that. Most specifically the food part! He now thinks the vacuum is a game of chase. He has immense potential to become a great therapy animal. Shadow is happy, healthy and we just love him!   Shadow is the dog on your right        -Jen, Jordan and the Animal Family       Utah County

In February of 2008, my husband and I decided that a dog just might be the kind of medication I needed to battle my depression that I had been fighting with for a few years.  When we walked in to the HSU we knew that we wanted an older dog, one that was house broken, and that loved being loved.  We walked past Presley a couple of times before I decided I wanted to take her out and walk her a bit.  My husband and I fell in love with her.  She walked so well on the leash and was so sweet.  We took her in to the room where we could sit and spend more time with her and she just caught my heart.  She listened, she was so sweet, and she just loved the attention.  It was like we connected.  So, we took her home that day.  She is such a wonderful dog.  She lets us know when she has to go out, and is so lovable.  We only had a couple of problems with her getting in to stuff when we were both working, but for the most part, she has been the greatest dog I could have asked for.  I am no longer taking my anti depressants and even my doctor attributes that to having someone there with me all the time that relies on me to take care of her and that gives unconditional love.  I am so glad that we were able to find her.  She really has changed our life for the better.      -Eric and Lindsey Turner

Saturday, March 8th was an interesting day that started out as "No, you can not have a guinea pig", "No, you cannot have a SNAKE!". Dad simply stated that if we were to have another pet it would have to be a cat or a dog. At the time, we had 2 older cats (15 & 18) and I hadn’t had a dog since I was 6. Neither my husband nor I really had an interest in a dog, but that Saturday dad sent a message and the next thing we knew we were running all over looking for an open shelter. When we arrived at the Humane Society, we looked at all the animals and decided to walk Luke first. My husband declared him more interested in dogs than people, but I wasn’t certain of that. We walked several other dogs as I watched another family take Luke out. As soon as that family put him back, I took him out again. This time he was only interested in us. He was nearly 2 years old, housebroken, and good with cats. Seemed right (we didn’t want to mess with breaking in a puppy). Luke was a perfect addition to our home. We bought him a bed which he immediately slept on, and the only casualty so far was one of Dad’s shoes (the first day we left him all day by himself). After only one week we took him camping with us. He was a good car passenger and slept in the tent with no issues. He climbed up the big rocks with the kids and had the best time. He is so sweet and just loves everyone. The only ones not interested in Luke are the cats which Luke so desperately wants to play with. He is taking it slow with them. The cats have let him know that they are the boss, but I know Luke will be hanging out with them in no time. Thanks!      -Angel, Jim, Cassandra, and Bryce Fehlig       Sandy, Utah

On valentines day of 2008 my husband and I came to look for me a puppy. What I had in mind was a small to medium sized dog. I found Billie first and she was barking like crazy,That and she is 4 yrs old.. I told my husband that she was so cute but the barking was not someting I could handle. Well I went all over the place and yet I kept coming back to Billie. I finally asked to take her to the get to know you room. I have to say that I fell in love with her. My husband was not so sure. We found out that we could take Billie for a week to see if she was what I was looking for and to decide if she would fit in with our two cats. Well to make a long story short we went back the next day and adopted her. She is the sweetest little girl anyone could ask for. As for the barking I think that was her way of saying take me home. She gets along great with her two fur brothers Moose and FatKat. She keeps me company during the day and is a daddy's girl when he walks in the door. She was the best valentines present anyone could ask for. I hope others will give older dog's a home as well because they need love to.      -Thank you Katherine Englert

I had always thought of myself as a cat person. The only dog I would have ever considered getting was a pug. After months of searching for a pug, I finally opened my eyes to the hundreds of adorable, loving and available dogs at the Humane Society. I felt so selfish! My boyfriend and I drove down to HSU and checked out all of the dogs.   Ginger, a Black Lab Mix, stared at us with her chocolaty eyes, and we fell in love. We adopted her in November of 2007. She is quiet, sweet, and snuggly indoors and playful, hyper and energetic when the time is right. She is the perfect dog for a cat person! Ginger is well-behaved and quiet, so much that I have probably only heard her bark 5 times to this day. She is beautiful, and I would recommend a black lab to anyone! Don't fall victim to "black dog syndrome" where black dogs in shelters are commonly ignored. Ginger is a princess and I couldn't be happier!! Thank you Humane Society!      -Sarah Brazell (volunteer)

My mom and I adopted Lydia on May 31, 2007.  We were looking for a female black lab puppy. We had to get special permission from my therapist to get a dog because where we live dogs aren’t allowed. So I begged my therapist to write us a note. When we had permission I was so happy! We called up the Humane Society and asked them if they had black lab puppies. The people there said they did, and at that moment my mom and I went straight down to adopt.    We got there and started looking for a dog. All the dogs there were special and I wish we could've adopted them too! Well we were on our quest, we found her. She was a 5 month old black lab puppy. She had only been there 5 days, and she had just been fixed. We took her outside to see if we bonded and we immediately did. She wasn’t really playing with us, but she stayed close to us and sniffed us well. I think she wanted to decide if we were the right family for her. So while we were outside with her, my mom and I decided to adopt her! It was great! I chose the name Lydia. I am not sure why I chose that name, but it fits her personality well....   When we got home, she was a happy puppy. Luckily for us she was house broken, and she didn’t have problems with wetting inside. But a week later she came down with kettle cough. That first week wasn’t the greatest for her. Her surgical wound was healing and she had kennel cough. But soon after she was back to her hyper self! She became used to us and her name. She is a year and 2 months now, and has grown into an adult! But she still has her puppy energy and puppy face. Lydia loves walks, and her dog bones. She gives hugs, kisses, high fives, and shakes, speaks to you, and lets us know when she needs to go to the bathroom. She is still learning to roll over.    She is a very special dog, and we love her very much

My Fiance and I got Frankie from the Humane Society when he was four months old. He was so sweet I was imediatly attracted to him. We weren't planning on adopting, but we couldn't resist our Frankie. His first week was rough, he had a bad case of Kennel cough, and of course I was worried sick while he was up every other minute coughing.. but after a visit to the vet and some medication, he was happy as could be a little later. He is a purebred Blue Heeler and is completely wonderful.. Full of energy and life. We recently had a new addition to our family and got a mini Dachshund, which Frankie is completely in love with. He is a wonderful dog and we love him to pieces.

Several years ago when my husband and I moved to Salt Lake City we had 2 dogs; Juneau and Hamilton. Shortly after an exhausting move from Florida, Juneau climbed our fence and ran off. Despite an extensive and desperate search, we never found her, my husband was heartbroken and Hamilton was lonely for his friend. So we decided to go to the Humane Society and see if any dogs caught our eye…well oddly enough none did. We were about to leave when one of your volunteers mentioned she was fostering a Bassett hound. We were definitely interested and made an appointment (with Hamilton of course) to meet this little hound. Well it was love at first site, for my husband.  I was much more apprehensive, I had heard hounds could be stubborn and difficult to train…in the end my husband won out… and Lucy Loo came home forever. And boy was I wrong…she was a ray of sunshine and toe kisses (and she is very easy to train, and does whatever she wants) and soon I too was in love with her as well, and it was a good thing too because within a month of her coming home Hamilton was diagnosed with cancer. She was wonderful support for me and Hamilton who was undergoing chemotherapy. She would go to vet with him and stay in the kennel before and after treatments. Everyone at the vet said she was a wonderful “Chemo Buddy” for Hamilton and lifted his spirits after the treatments. And after Hamilton lost the battle with cancer I hugged her and cried many times. Bassetts are wonderful for hugging, cause their little legs make you smile (they have cankles you know). But the story is not over. Lucy Loo had been so in love with Hamilton that after he was gone she was lonely and walks in park were just not the same. So again we began to think about another addition to the family. And it took us about a year, but then we found Dalton at the super adoption this last May. Once again, I was the voice of reason, I said he was too big and would be hard to handle. And luckily ,once again, my husband won and Dalton came home forever. And he is big…very big. He was about 100lbs when we adopted him from you, and now he is tipping the scales at 140lbs. And he makes me laugh all the time (his nickname is Doofton). He snores at night and has a strange obsession with the “dot” (laser pointer). He keeps me company when my husband travels for work and now I just can’t imagine life without his antics. And walks in park are fabulous again. So I just want to say that my entire family is composed of Humane Society rescues and I couldn’t be happier. Lucy Loo and Dalton are my 4-legged kids, and I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Holly Berry (my fat ferret who also came from the Humane Society). Thanks for all you do – you have certainly changed my life for the better.      -Hurst Family

During the month of July 2007, right out of the blue, I had this urgent need from deep inside me to add a member to our family in the way of a puppy.  We had never had success with dogs in the past so it didn't make a lot of sense but I felt that a Chihuahua or Pug would be perfect for us.  Much to my husband's dismay, I had been looking at puppies from breeders on-line...too expensive for his liking.  So it made sense when a friend suggested that I should first check the humane society.  On August 3, 2007 I took my son with me to the humane society and found the most perfect puppy ever!    She is Maisy, a min pin/Chihuahua mix, or as I like to call her a Minpinchua.  I had originally set my sights on the dog in the kennel next to hers, who was an adorable little Chihuahua/Jack Russell mix but possibly a little too enthusiastic for my reluctant husband.  Then in one last check of the room I noticed my little, sweet Maisy, sitting quietly at the back of her kennel.  She was so precious and humble. When we took her to the get-acquainted-room, my son and I instantly fell deeply in love with her as she cuddled close to him and ducked her head into the crook of his arm.  I could tell that she would be a dog who would become a true respectful family member, and she definitely is.  I could also tell that once she became a confident member of our family she would be loads of fun to play with.   Maisy is willing to go along with whatever we ask of her.  If we want to play, cuddle, walk, run, train her, ask her to down or even have a little personal space, she will do it... all we have to do is ask.  She has been extremely trainable and has not only learned a lot of cute tricks but she has learned how to roll with our family routine.  When I tell her she needs her jacket, she sits very still and ducks her head so I can put it on her, even though she's excited that we're going somewhere.  When I'm done, only then does she allow herself to leap around in excitement.    Odie, one of our three cats just loves Maisy.  Maisy runs up to "her cat" and pulls at the skin on his neck and back, over and over as Odie lays there purring and enjoying his massage.  It's the cutest thing.  Sometimes Odie boxes Maisy back with claws tucked in.  You can see that they really love each other by the way they light up when the other is around.  Maisy keeps our family smiling and laughing every day.  Our hearts are full with affection for this beautiful, precious creature.    Maisy had been in the shelter for three whole weeks as a VIP, which I found stunning because she is so beautiful and sweet.  I would have expected her to be snapped right up immediately.  I like to think that she was meant to be with us and so she sat quietly at the back of her kennel waiting for us to arrive and discover her.  Maisy is the perfect match for our family!  A true success story!   Thanks Humane Society of Utah for taking care of her for us until we found her!      -Cecile Kiesel

We adopted Major (Trouble) about a month ago. My two friends and I had come in to see what large breed puppies the Humane Society had. The first time I saw Major looking up at me, with those big brown eyes I knew that he was the dog for us. We took him out to see how he would get along with us, he was the most calm, well tempered 7 month old that I have ever seen. We came back at 10 A.M., the next morning to take him home. Major is absolutley wonderful. He is great with other dogs and childern. He can be ruff and tumble with our pit/lab mix, Oliva, and sweet and cuddly with the 4 month old baby. We have found that he does have his querks... Have you ever seen a 50lb Rotti hide under a bed?... My roommate and I were playing around and he cracked a belt, Major being the big tough Rotti that he is ran and hid under the bed, only leaving his back end out for the world to see. Eventually I coaxed him out, when I stopped laughing. There are also the times when he chases his non-existent tail. Major is the sweetest, most wonderful dog we could have ever asked for.      -Major's mommy, Shylah

We adopted Cedric, a fluffy lop eared bunny, from the Society in September 2002.  I hadn't intended on a rabbit but fell in love with his sweet disposition and loving personality.  I knew nothing about rabbits at the time but was determined to have a house bunny.  Cedric absolutely loved everyone and everything.  He was litter box trained and enjoyed papaya more than anything.  He would lay next to me and cuddle into my neck.  We adored him.  Sadly, Cedric turned out to be quite old and we only got to enjoy him for 3.5 years before he passed.  Shortly after adopting Cedric, we found out that rabbits are happier in pairs and we adopted Fabian from the county animal shelter.  He and Cedric loved each other and Fabian still misses him.  Then came Olly (abandoned at my work) and Arthur (rescued and given to me).  We adopted Declan from the Society April 2006.  I wouldn't trade in my bunny herd for anything in the world.  They aren't for everyone and they take a lot of patience and love but they are beautiful, gentle creatures.  I absolutely adore them and Cedric was the bun that started it all - He lived a joyful life with us and I'm so grateful we were able to give him that.

My boyfriend and I adopted Spade in May 2007. We went to look at the dogs you had and we came accross her. She was a 4 month old white pit bull. We both fell in love the moment we saw her. We chose to adopt her that day but were not able to take her home until the next week because she had to get spayed. While we were waiting we got the house ready with all of her new toys and food! She has been the best addition to our family. Her and the cat get along great and the neighbors just went and got a puppy because they loved Spade so much! She just got done with puppy school and we plan on keeping her classes. She is such a great dog, she is our baby!

On July 3, 1994, I adopted Opie, a two-year-old retriever mix. I initially had some misgivings about getting an older dog, but that was foolish. As it turned out, I couldn't imagine a sweeter, tenderer dog than Opie, who would never even consider harming another living thing and who loved nothing more than to curl up in a corner of the couch, where we'd both fall asleep watching television. Only during walks did her inner exuberance burst to the surface. She would race through the hills, following her nose, but rarely getting out of sight, returning muddy, tired, and happy. She and her adopted sister were my first pets after I moved out on my own, and I think she taught me a lot more than I ever taught her. Over the past thirteen years, she moved with me first from Utah to Boise and later to Seattle, adapting without complaint from those wild romps in the Wasatch foothills to leashed walks along noisy streets. On July 7, 2007, sweet old Opie passed away  after a long, healthy life. I wanted to thank the Humane Society for providing the opportunity for me to find Opie way back when, and I hope my experience encourages others to consider adopting an older dog.      -Chris

Hi! I'm Stella. I was adopted in January 2007 when I was just a kitten. I saw my people come look at me. I gave them those "please take me home" eyes and I even sat there and pretended to be a mellow kitty when they took me out of my kennel. Well, I must be a pretty good actress because they took me home. After about a week, I finally decided they they were going to keep me no matter what, so I dropped the mellow kitty act and started being my crazy self! I love to play and entertain my people. They laugh at me all the time! I also love playing with my other cat (who thinks she's a dog) sister and my two dog brothers. I love it here!!! Thank you Humane Society for helping me find my new forever home!!

My wife and I adopted our German Shepherd- Collie Mix Kujo almost a year and a half ago. He has been the perfect dog! We couldn’t ask for a nicer more loving dog. My wife wanted to buy a purebred puppy for $1,000 because she thought it would be a better dog but I convinced her to let me take her to the Humane society. We went and within minutes she fell in love with Kujo. Since then we regularly stop at the Humane Society. We also just adopted a Female Rottweiler named Elsie. She had a few health problems when we got her but after a vet visit she was back to being a bouncy loving dog. Elsie is loving sleeping indoors and being spoiled rotten. The Humane Society will forever be where we get our pets from. And its great that we had the opportunity to give our dogs a second chance at a happy life.  Thank You      -Mike Breckenridge

I picked up Reggie (a Pharaoh hound/Basenji mix) from the Humane Society in July 2005. I was looking for a dog after moving out of my parents house and came across Reggie. He is one of the hardest dogs I have ever had, but he is worth all of it. He is so much full of love and brings so much joy into my life. He loves going to the dog park and playing with all of the other dogs. Nothing beats his personality, I was the lucky one in being able to come across him and give him the home and love he deserves.      -Rachel

My mother and I went to the humane society in June of 2006 to adopt 1 cat. I immediately fell in love with the sweetest 2 year old female cat. However, my mother had other intentions. She noticed two 6 week old female tabby kittens that didn’t even have names. She immediately took them both into the get-acquainted-room and fell in love with their shy, yet playful personalities. It wasn’t long before I notice and went in with her. Before we came we had discussed only getting one cat, but things changed when we found out it was adopt a cat month (Two for the price of one). This made things much easier. We now didn’t have to decide which one we were going to take home. We named them Ivy (darker one) and Mia (lighter one). Ivy is completely attached to me, and has been ever since we brought her home. She follows me around the house, sleeps on my pillow at night and loves to sit on my computer desk and watch the screen. However Ivy is extremely shy around everyone else. Mia on the other hand is completely attached to my mother. If my mother leaves to run errands, Mia is right at the door like a little dog and waits until she returns. She is quite shy around other people also. But the two of them get enough love from my mother and me. The two of them are now 10 months old and extremely spoiled. They get all of our attention, and we get all of their affection. They’re the perfect cats, and we couldn’t ask for a better pair. Thank you so much!      -Jillian and Debra                           Jillian wanted to share updated pictures of her two kittens. Ivy is the cow and Mia is the bat. Thanks for sharing your updates.

My name is Poco and I am almost 8 years old. I was adopted by a single man in 1999 and he has given me a great life ever since! He is now married and his wife is a huge animal lover! I now share a house with dogs, rabbits, birds and fish. The birds and fish give me great entertainment though! On an average day, I bask in the sun, watch the birds, try to catch the fish through the glass of the tank, stay on top of my beauty sleep and keep up on my personal hygiene. It's a rough life! I can't thank Eric enough for adopting me on that cold winter day so many years ago and providing me with a more than perfect life.

Dear Friends: As my sweet little Kitty's birthday is coming up, I realized that I had never taken the time to thank the people who cared for her before I knew her. Kitty started her life as Bushy, a beautiful long-haired domestic cat that looks like a Maine Coon mix. She was a foster kitty (I have even received a call from her foster Momma to check up on her) and then she was in the Humane Society office in Murray for a while. I believe that Kitty/Bushy was a resident for up to 9 months.  I had gone in a few times before, looking to possibly adopt a cat. But on one fateful October Saturday, I found myself rushing in before the end of the day. I looked around, played with a few cats, and then it happened. A sweet little miracle. I walked up to a cage in the front of the office ( it had a few cages stacked under it) and looked at a sweet face with bright green eyes.  As I spoke with her, she put her paw on my nose, looked into my eyes and I was done! She went home with me that day. I tell people that she picked me; not the other way round. Since that time, she has been admired by my family, friends and neighbors! I've even had people offer to pay for her: she is that pretty! She is a very popular cat to say the least. Kitty and I have been friends now for 3 years -she has a great life in Rose Park with me and gets endless love, scratches and all the bedcovers. Thank you, thank you, thank you for taking care of my girl till I found her. Thank you for the work you do and the love you give. With much appreciation,      -Heather Hans & Kitty (Formerly named: Bushy)

My name is Missah and I want to tell you about my best friend for the last 3.5 years. In May of 2003 my husband and I went to the humane society to look for a puppy. I found an adorable lab mix that I fell in love with, but had to wait until I got paid the next day. When we went back the next morning my puppy had been adopted only 15 minutes before. I was sad but decided to look for another puppy. After walking around for a while I noticed this beautiful Rottweiler mix puppy whining at me. She had the most sad little face. I instantly fell in love!! I then took her home and we named her Kaia. She is the best dog in the world. So smart it drives me crazy ( She can open and unlock car doors). She sleeps spooning in bed with me and kicks my husband out of bed, and always sits at the door waiting for me to get home from work to give me love and "hugs" as we call them. Thank you so much Humane Society for giving us the best doggy daughter anyone could ever hope for.      -The Callahan's

My name is Mayla (Formerly known as Sheba) and I am 8 month old German Shepherd/Beauceron Mix. I was taken to the Humane Society because I have so much energy and didn't get the attention I needed. I was adopted 5 weeks later and taken to the home I've always dreamed of. I have a playmate named Codie who is only a few months older than me and we do everything together! We often go swimming, play at the park, go on walks, go on rides in the car and stick our head out the window and enjoy the wind in our hair... what more could I ask for?  I want all the animals at the Humane Society to know that if I can get adopted after 5 weeks, so can anyone else. Never give up hope! There are so many people out there looking for different types of animals that would make a great listener, best friend, running partner or companion. We are all special in our own way.. no matter how old, hairy, big or small. Someone will see you one day and know you were meant to be together.

If you have adopted and animal from The Humane Society of Utah and would like to submit your Success Story please email a photo and your story to: oliver@utahhumane.org