my grandmom used to volunteer at an adult day services center, and the receptionist brought in her daughter's dog since they couldn't take care of him any longer. he was eight months at the time; he's a chihuahua. my grandmom went through her day, went home and talked to my grandad about the dog...after deciding it was okay they came back and he was still there; they took him home and he's now my best friend. We named him Zorro, he's 8 years old.