My daughter was at a Wolves game and saw Stanley at an adoption. He was old, skinny, with two teeth, wobbly legs, and was so sweet. She texted me pictures and stories (No one wanted him, his time was running out) all night. I finally told her to bring him home. He took awhile to warm up to the two other dogs and us.
It was a good decision. He sleeps a lot, eats and is very happy. WE love him. Unfortunately he passed away this July at the age of 16 and is missed by everyone. He was a joy and well mannered and always had a smile.