We got a new foster dog last Wednesday, but I've already decided there's no way he's leaving. Kramer is either the smallest Rottweiler ever, or he's mixed with something. I haven't weighed him, but I figure no more than 70 lbs., and all awesome. The rescue estimates that he's 4 years old. He was literally hours away from being put down. People from Secondhand Mutts were at a shelter to pick up 4 other dogs, and Kramer was in the yard area, where they let the dogs play before putting them down. Kip and Mary Jo were two of the volunteers doing transport, and they have two Rotties, and couldn't leave him. They have been fostering him in their house for the last couple months, and when their dogs (and mostly their cats) needed a break from Kramer, we volunteered to take him for a while. Like I said, that was last Wednesday, and we're already filling out the adoption paperwork. Within 24 hours of him being at our house, I knew he was already our dog I just didn't expect my wife to agree so quickly. She said she was going to tell me that someone else wanted to adopt him, and send him back to the shelter for a few days, then surprise me on Christmas. By Friday night, she felt bad when she saw how upset I was getting that she wouldn't let me keep him. she's bad at surprises, but I am good with that this time. (our beagle mutt, Henry, is lurking in the background) (just picked this up off the rescue's facebook page. No idea how my dog didn't get adopted sooner...)