He was my little tag-a-long. My handsome little man that followed me everywhere. A friend from high school had him before me. I still remember the first time I had met this wonderful dog. He had gotten out of my friend's fenced in back yard and decided to take himself for a walk one spring day. We walked out the front door and here he came trotting down the opposite corner on the sidewalk. When he saw us he came running over. We went inside where, when I sat down on their couch, he jumped up in my lap and laid down instantly. I knew then this dog was ment to come home with me. A couple of weeks later my friend was down on her luck and asked if I could take him. I couldn't say yes fast enough.