They Choose Us
I seem to end up with loonies every time (other people say 'your dogs/cats always have such big personalities').
My first Rottweiler had a phantom litter, didn't realise and got a kitten (cos we'd lost a cat and our other mog was bereft), she fed him herself. He got enormous and attacked evrything in sight until we lost him at 18. I still swear he had Rott mum coursing through his veins for 18years!
What would we do for a good laugh and someone to listen any time without them? The joy of my life.