This is my big boy, Duke, a pit bull/mix. My daughter found him in a dark parking lot at 4:00 am, after leaving work. She had pulled into the parking lot to find her cell phone in the car and saw a grown dog. She got out of her car to check on the dog and found Duke, less than an inch from her front tire. As you can see, he is so dark and was so small (the vet said he was probably three or four weeks old), she had not seen him. We already had three dogs and two cats at the house. She knew another one would be too much. But, that did not stop her. Of course, I fell in love with the tiny bundle of fur at first sight. It's been almost two years. My daughter has moved to her own place, taking two dogs with her. One cat, also a rescue, adopted a neighbor because he couldn't take all of the dogs. I've moved to a new place. I still have a cat named Courtney, my dachshund mix named Harley (aka Bebe) and big boy Duke. They have kept me going after my fiance died suddenly of a heart attack. Their unconditional love and companionship are a constant joy.