I've only had two dogs in my life. The first was a Husky that i got from a shelter. I wanted a dog to run with at night that would provide the illusion of protection. I say "illusion" because he was really such a sweetheart, wouldn't hurt a fly. Anyway, he was the skinniest, sickliest Husky at the rescue, out of more than a dozen. His ear was badly bitten by one of the another dogs, it was bleeding and grossed my family out. But i saw something special in his eyes and boy was i right! He was the most amazing creature and we were so luck to have and love him for 12 years.
When we knew his time was short, I got a little Schnauzer, knowing if I waited till he passed that it might take years to get over the loss, and keep us from opening our heart again to another dog.
My Siberian Husky in healthier days:
During their six months together:
My Miniature Schnauzer & constant companion:
Ellie and her polar bear buddy. Cracks me up every day to see her carry that big bear around. She can't see around him and has to go up the stairs backward if she want him to come along.