So, I got a new dog. He’s a Shiba/Rottweiler mix and I can honestly say he chose me. I was at a rescue group and planned to look at two dogs, both Shiba mixes, but as soon as they opened the gate on this guy’s pin he bolted directly to me and loved all over me. He didn’t know his name, but he knew sit, shake, and that I wasn’t going to see the other dog after getting literally knocked on my ass by 56 lbs of happiness in physical form. I’ve had him for about three months now, his name is Dio because he’s my rainbow in the dark and very much ZA WORLDO to me. My last baby passed three days before my birthday, she went painlessly but suddenly. I grabbed her leash, she jumped in excitement, seized up, whined, and collapsed. Gone before she hit the floor. Dio doesn’t know her, but he probably could smell her and I’d like to think she’d like him.