I have a funny old rescue lady. She is old and very smelly and has various unctions and oinkments leaking from various bits which all need regular attention due to her previous non-vettage... I offered to foster her after spotting that she was a old lady in distress in draughty kennels, a few weeks after losing my beloved old boy.
As soon as I saw her barging up the garden path to plonk herself down on the sheepskin in front of the fire and roll over for a vast belly rub, I knew she was going no where else.
She is nothing like my oldboy who I had for nearly 12 years. He loved people, cats and critters but didn't like many other dogs. She is reserved with people until she gets to know them and until they let her curl up by them, head on lap, but has a joy in her heart when she meets other dogs.... especially black labradors, yet she has a blimmin good prey drive where cats and critters are concerned.. I'm working on that one. She is a Staffordshire Bull Terrier and her main concern is to greet other dogs and play, bum in air and all the good natured banging and barging if it's a good mix... otherwise a bit of bumbling with a mutual sniff. She is a great Stafford ambassador and embraced by the pedigree fluffies and gun dog loving owners around these parts for her lovely nature. She has done loads for perceptions about her breed.
I don't often take her on the school runs for various reasons, but she was with me today and I had three people tell me in so many ways how fabulous she is and what a genuinely lovely little dog I have.... and it made me love her even more and for the very first time since getting her, really consider her age and wish that she were younger.
Damn these rescue dogs and how they get in your hearts! 