We found Angus in the local throw away paper listed as "Purebred Brittany Spaniel, free to good home". That was back early in 2001. He was 9 months old and was afraid of people, particularly men. In fact, he wouldn't even respond to his name. We quickly renamed him "Laird Angus, Earl of George" and called him "Angus". We put his bed in our bedroom, where he still sleeps, and allowed him free range about the house. Finally, one week later, he came up to me and put his head in my lap. He has been my buddy ever since. Angus now has oral cancer. I don't know how much longer he will be with us. He is 3 months beyond the time the vet gave him. Other than the sore on his lip, he is as spry as a puppy. This is probably due to the grain-free diet he is now on. However, the tumor has gotten larger and I fear I will have to let him "go home" soon. I will miss him. Gosh, how I love that guy.