There once was a tiny black and white Staffordshire Terrier that needed a home. When she crossed our threshold, she was a mere 4 weeks old and homeless. She resided with us a wee bit but was back before we knew it. It didn't work out at her planned forever home, but by then, she had tugged at John's heart strings and she was ours forever...or we were hers!
Ellie enjoying a chewy on Whisker's scratching pad....this probably won't end well!