The first time I saw my Swiper ('Robert', at the time), he popped up into the viewing window at the pound, one foreleg on the window sill and ears cocked forward like "What's up, baby?"
We spent an hour with him and the kids in the 'visitor's pen', getting to know each other. Then we went home and waited for THREE WHOLE DAYS while I agonized over whether or not he was the right dog for us. I put a lot of thought into him, and he's paid off in spades.
Because I knew a bit about him before we brought him home, when I found out his ancestry (very scary at the time) I was willing to give him a chance, which led to a radical reorganization of my dog-related worldview. It's been quite a ride, and I have loved every minute of it.
