Friend of mine's dogs, as a gift for her birthday. Her fluffy white boy passed away due to cancer, and while she was dealing with that, a black pup was being rehabilitated in a vet's office literally on the way to where her old man was being treated...
and he became available days after her old boy passed.

It seemed it was meant to be, even if she accidentally housed a bitey demon puppy.

He'll be a good boy one day, though.

Yes, I know I've been absent for a while, I've got a full time job and just haven't been able to motivate myself until recently. I'm a work in progress, but hopefully I'll be able to make the time to do more leisurely things other than bare survival day to day soon.