Of the dogs in my life, most have been cockers or terriers, my Dad got us a puppy when I was a kid - a cocker spaniel since that's what he grew up with - but other than that beloved pup and my Jack who was a pet shop rescue, I've adopted senior dogs. And my pups seem to find me. My eldest was my Barney who my mother saw on the local Pet Connection, animals looking for homes on the local news. He looked so much like the dog I grew up with that she immediately called me and I called before the show was even over.
And Barney needed "a special home" since they said he was 10 or 11, wasn't housebroken and had never lived with people - the perfect dog for me, LOL. We went downstate the very next day and I felt fortunate to be chosen, we brought Barney home. And he was just the best dog, with the best temperament and was such a pretty dog. He had been a "stud dog" at a commercial kennel (puppy mill 
) and when he got too old, they were done with him and he was lucky to be rescued. 
His foster mom did a wonderful job with him, he knew to go out and was affectionate and friendly, though he tended to ignore other dogs. And I had him for eight wonderful years, still miss him today. 
Barney 
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