One night, about nine years ago, I was looking for a dog at the local Humane Society. A woman brought this cute, little 2 month old puppy in. She had just saw someone drop it out of a car.
I walked over to take a look, and it came over to me, curled up in my arms and went to sleep. I said to the people there "I guess this one's taking me home tonight".
She's been my loyal companion ever since. In those nine years, she's had to get used to having a woman take over the spot next to me in bed, and get used to a little humanoid chasing her around the house shouting "Puppy! Puppy!"
The most "interesting" thing that has happened to us, though, was when in 1994 my car was broadsided by a semi. After the impact and the following spinning stopped(we were on ice), she jumped past me out the driver's door window, which had disappeared in the collision. I tried to catch her leash, but my left arm was severly broken and I couldn't get it in time with my right arm. Since we were on a busy eight-lane freeway, I assumed that she was lying out on the road dead somewhere.
A man came running up to me to ask me if I was alright, and the first thing out of my mouth was "Can you get my dog, please? She went that way!" He took off, and I unbuckled my seat belt and managed to crawl out of the mangled wreck. I remember standing there, groggy, when I spotted her off to my right, towing the guy behind her on the leash. She had somehow crossed four lanes of traffic without getting hit, and he found her walking along the roadside.
We were both very lucky to survive that accident, and she was uninjured(wish I could've said the same for myself). I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for her because of all we've been through together.
Thanks for the thread.