We adopted a three year old rescue shih tzu today. His name is Romeo. We thought about changing it but he comes when you call him so I think the name is here to stay. He was surrendered to a kill shelter five days ago by an overwhelmed family who hadn’t been grooming him. Then he was saved from there by the Rottweiler large dog rescue society where he clearly didn’t fit in! He only weighs 8 pounds! But they shaved off his matted fur and advertised his homelessness online. Finn saw him and said “there is our dog!” And it turned out he was right! He goes to the door when he needs to go out, doesn’t bark, likes the cat and prefers a lap to anywhere else. He walks on his leash and eats piles of food and despite having a really mind blowing and traumatic last week of his life he is as sweet as can be. I have ever had a dog of my own before. I think it will be quite lovely.