Don't we all love to talk about our beloved pets. I have had many dogs over the years. All different breeds, all rescues. We had a collie when my son was small, poodle mix and my mother's poodle after she died, lab mix, doberman mix (about the time I was divorced). I never felt afraid to be alone when I had that dog. Now I have Missy whose mission in life is to play and have people play with her. The nicest dog I ever had was a mix who should have weighed around 15 to 18 pounds. He had such bad skin allergies he would dig himself raw. We had to bathe him ever two days because he smelled so bad. He was the nicest dog, never had a bad attitude, only wanted to please, and he never complained. Always asked if he could go in the car with us, jump on the bed, just so polite. He was on steriods most of his life but it was only a temporary fix. He lived to be 11.