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Back when I was doing rescue, you’d have had 5 or 6 vying for your attention, at any given time.

[there’d be my 3 or 4 plus whomever was going through physical/mental “rehab” in preparation for new forever homes]

Merlin [one I kept for myself] was the smartest of my rescues.

She’d back up to whomever was on the sofa and quietly, gracefully plop her butt on their feet so they couldn’t get up.

They had no choice but to pet her....:)

My dogs are why I married my husband.

He came into my living room and the usually “Go get bent, outsider!” stand-offish Ibizans loved him.

So...I decided to push the envelope and let 2 Dobes and an AmStaff out of the upstairs bedroom to see what they thought of him.
[bringing out the Big Guns]...LOL

Not only did Merlin *not* eat him, she immediately adored him, as did her “boyfriend” Arthur.

Rowan, the AmStaff jumped into his lap and started nibbling his beard.

I knew then he was a good soul.

[or Merlin would’ve taken a chunk outta him...she was a very good judge of character/intent]...:))