My Beagle Buddy showed up in my yard 10 years ago with a bad leg and a happy face. He is sitting with me now waiting for the walk and the treat. My faithful and constant companion. My best friend.
I’ve got a Walker Hound rescue making googly eyes at me right now, too. She’s a sweetheart, very much like a large Beagle. I love the talkativeness, myself. All the overt affection, too. She’s not perfect, but she’s good for me and I, her. We needed each other and were brought together by circumstance.
My dog is an 8-month old terrier mix running around the neighborhood loose having followed some teenagers home from the bus stop. That family fed him outside but that was all. No collar, no tags, no microchip, running loose. After a week or so still hanging out, I took him in during a severe rainstorm, asked them if they wanted him (no) and then took him to the vet. The bills were over a thousand - neutered, treatment for ticks and fleas, internal parasites, skin allergy, ringworm (ears) and front dewclaw removal. So he’s still with me after 8-years and happy as he can be (and so am I).
They somehow know how to find people that will take care of them and love them.