A couple of years ago, my wife and I were looking to purchase a puggle from a breeder. As we went shopping for dog supplies, toys, etc, we went to a local store and before we made it inside, a woman popped out of the groomer’s door and asked if we really wanted a dog. When we went inside, there was the cutest little black basset hound/labrador puppy, with the saddest eyes and little distended belly. When I knelt down to pet him, he waddled over, put his paw on my leg, lifted himself up, and licked my chin. We were sold. We took him, bought a bed and some other supplies and took him home. Naming him Scout due to his prior ordeal (he was found in the road about to get hit by a car), we got him cleaned up and all his shots, de-wormed, etc. He is now an extremely happy “bubby” as my wife calls him. I couldn’t have asked for a better dog.

Stephen from TN