The first guy here is my dog, Palmer. I rescued him from the spca when he was only about 6-8 weeks old. He was my best friend and fishing buddy along with a great watch dog. He made it clear strangers were not welcome in the back yard, but the split second he saw I was friends with someone, he was too. Outside the yard he was indifferent to both people and other dogs. Cats, well not so much. At about 10 yrs old he started to shows symptoms of sickness. The vet decided he had cushings disease. Although we tried medicating him, he died a couple summers ago. I found him lying still in the yard after coming home from work one evening. To say I was devastated would be an understatement. I still tear up when I think about him.
As you can see he bonded well with my wife.