We had been talking about adopting a pet for a while. My husband grew up with cats, but I am allergic and I grew up with a dog, so a dog it would be. My husband browsed our local adoption sites, and that's where he found him. Junior was a then two year old currently in a foster home, looking for his fur-ever home. We met him and instantly fell in love. His big, soulful eyes and calm demeanor hooked us instantly. He came home with us a few days later. He had two surgeries for cherry eye, and was missing patches of fur on his belly. Junior ( now called Jersey) is stubborn. He doesn't always come when called, and he refuses to fetch. He won't eat until he feels like it. He takes up a lot of room on the bed. He fights us when it's time to put the leash on, and he tugs us on our walks. He showers us with kisses. He squeals with excitement and shakes his butt when we walk through the door. He loves to cuddle. We don't know his story before he came to live with us, but it doesn't matter. He is tremendously loved and will never know hurt. We smile when we realize he rescued us.