The first dog found me.

This post is not about an assist dog. If you want the news on my assist dog check out another post.
I'm no stranger to dogs.  When I was in college I had a miniature   poodle for 17 years.  Ok I wasn't in college for 17 years but I did have "dynamo" that long.  She found me.  I was living by myself in this huge old rental home.  Feeling sorry for myself one evening  I sat on the front steps watching traffic go by.  A small white poodle came bounding down the sidewalk.  She had a collar but no tag.   I called the human society several days in a row,  But I get ahead myself.  I gave the dog some water but did not feed her.  That night I left her outside in the hope that she would go home. The next morning when I got down stairs she was sleeping on my front stoop.  Still I did not feed her in the hope that she would find her way back home. I had no business taking care of a dog,  I could barely take care of myself at the time. I had obligations so I left her outside free to go back to her home.  I got in my old car to drive to work.  As I drove away I looked into the rear view mirror.  I was a block away from home.  There was the yet to be named "dynamo" running after me as fast as her little legs would take her.   I stopped in the middle of the very busy street, opened the car door to our future and she hoped in without hesitation.  As I said we were together 17 years.