Originally Posted by Battle Axe

I had just adopted two little kids age 10 and 12. After Sunday School one day the teacher told me that the kids were wanting a dog, so the next morning on the way to the bank we saw the pound truck sitting at the police station across from the bank. In the back was a ???Schnauser/poodle black and white wired hairred dog. He saw us and sat down. He was scheduled to be put down that day. We would not let the pound person leave until she gave us that dog. We named him Bowser. The vet said he was a very old dog, but he lived another 8 years. What a great time we all had.