Brodie boy..

..is the first dog my husband ever owned.
We adopted him when we'd been together around six months, Mark had always wanted a dog, and I had lost my beloved Collie/Spaniel cross that year.
I spotted an ad one day online for a Basset hound cross, and having a huge weakness for all hound-like dogs, phoned and jumped at the chance to take him.
We hadn't seen any photos, so when we turned up the next day to see him, and this ginormous, long backed, Jack Russell looking fellow bundled into the room, we were surprised. Long spine aside, he really doesn't look anything like a Basset.
We fell in love with him easily. He shook our hands, and reared up on his back legs and waved both paws to say hello to Mark.
We were to be the fifth home he'd lived in, the lady who'd fostered him was struggling, as Brodie was getting bullied by her tiny Jack Russell puppy.
Before then, his elderly owner had been taken into hospital, and Brodie had been temporarily fostered, but the old fellow who owned him never did get back out of hospital.
Like all dogs, he had odd little foibles, but his personality is something else. People always greet him in the street, his tiny short legs and huge waving tail always get him cuddles.
I just wanted to let you all see what a proud chap he is now, now that he knows he's staying here forever. He used to panic every time we left the room, or house, and seemed to reckon being taken in a car meant another new home. Not any more!
He wasn't as advertised, but no advert could never have summed up how awesome he is.