We are an older, long-married couple who love dogs (and cats) and have had many over the years (golden retrievers, shelties, airedales, scotties, cairns, poodles, britanies). We rescued this guy for a pet store when he was three months old and covered in sores, with huge patches of missing fur. We weren’t looking for a dog as we had two at the time. It was a total accident that we found him. We visited him three times before we brought him home because we were worried about having so many dogs. He was so loving and so obviously in misery we could not igore him. After treating briefly for allergies, our son who lived with us and both of us got mange. Who knew people could catch it! That’s how we discovered what was wrong with Buddy. And we had to treat our other dogs as well. We got him treated and he even grew back all of his missing fur. Three months later our 15 year old standard poodle died. She had decided I was in good hands with “Buddy”. He is the most amazing, joyful little guy I have ever known. He loved our old cairn and cared for her into her dotage, until she died at 17 last February. He is our grandson’s best mate. Since I retired, he has helped me make friends every where I travel. He never meets stranger, 2 legged or four. He is not crazy about getting in the car (maybe remembering all of those early trips to the vet), but he never wants to be left behind. He is a perfect gentleman. Don’t know what I will do when his time on earth is over. I will certainly have a broken heart. We all will.