Early April, 2008, a stray dog wandered into our yard.  He was wearing a collar but no ID tags, and so we left him alone but he didn't leave.  We looked for his owner, reporting a found dog to the sheriff and the local vets, but no luck.  After a couple days, we fed him and he was ravenous!  He remained outside, we called him the "goldie dog".  But after a week, and a couple days of the goldie dog sleeping in the rain, we knew we had to either adopt him or take him to the pound.  We adopted him.  We brought him in the house, and he was obviously a house dog in his previous life.  He was already housebroken, and had very nice manners.  We named him Rudy, as in "Rudolph the red nosed dog" because of his reddish nose, which was even redder than normal as he had scraped it somehow.  Rudy and Amber became great friends after Amber established who was the "alpha dog" (her) and now they are inseparable.  They play and wrestle and enrich our lives abundantly.