As a kid I loved dogs but then life took over, marriage, kids, job and I forgot. A friend talked me into taking in a dog that had been shoved out of a truck in the city. That poor dog put up with me taking awhile in getting on the same wave length with her but eventually she whipped me into shape. Now I couldn't live without a dog and we're on our 4th one. They sort of complete you, don't they?