Nine years ago we adopted our Mini Dachshund. The plan was to adopt an older, bigger dog who needed a good home. We ended up leaving the shelter with a very small, very young dog. I love the saying “Who rescued who?” because he is such a gift to our home. He’s my sidekick at most times, and especially enjoys his rug on the kitchen floor, where he gets to see the magic happen. 
Have I mentioned that when we brought our nugget home, he was only four pounds? Can you stand the cuteness?
Three years ago we adopted Milo. He was a newbie Australian Shepherd at the farm where my daughter worked. Mid pandemic, when things like prom, senior captain on her team, and everything else seemed unlikely…I said yes to another dog.
Best. Decision. Ever.
He’s our fluffy smoosh. Faithful, furry, blue eyed baby.