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After having Max our rot/dobbie passed, I was devastated, and we didn't do much talking (my husband and I)..went through the motions of life....grieving in our own way. No more dogs, said he. After 2 weeks of crying and crying, I knew I had so much love for another dog in my heart. My Vet and his staff cried also, they were so good to us. Always were. Cards, and sincere sympathy poured in, Max was 11 and loved by everyone. A friend told me to research the internet and shelters, I did, and nothing seemed right. one day a friend told me about animal house in Quakertown, Pa..I went and saw lots of puppies, then I picked up this tiny ball of butterscotch colored fuzz. One kiss on my neck and the cuddling did it. Home he came. Jack wasn't happy..too bad. House training was done wrong. Eventually he learned to bark when he wanted out. We live in an apt. on the 3rd floor. He grew to follow me from day one til now. everywhere I went,he went. Kind of like "Mary had a little lamb". He grew and grew and I fell in love so much with this funny, adorable, spoiled cockapoo. He is my world. Sad but happy to say, he is. He had his first birthday party on 12/8, his first birthday with doggie cake and the trimmings, He goes to a babysitter, Marge, 3 days a week...she has 7 dogs of her own. He LOVES her and her dogs. From Bichons to bloodhounds. He now can socialize with dogs and people so good. His morning kisses and kisses when he wakes up from his nap in his crate which has a homemade bed and pillows, I get close as I can to him and kiss his belly and hug him. He is my joy and wish I could have another one, but being on the third floor and the mgmt allows only 1 dog. So if we ever get a house, there will be more that I know.