On dogs 12 and 13 now.
Rescues are great.
I have found some on the street.
A friend in distress gave me one.
One planted herself at our door then had puppies. I kept one.
A couple came from the humane society.
One was abandoned at Hill AFB.
My dad stole two, very sick puppies from pound before they could be euthanized. Just put them in his shirt pocket and walked out. They threatened to call the cops so we left our number. No one called. One lived 16 years, the other lived 19 years 10 months.
The last two have a freaky story. I found him on line a few months after my last one died from cancer. I missed him and was just looking at puppies for fun. The family had him one week and the baby had to go to the hospital twice with an allergic reaction. They listed him on a local (Utah) classified site and I bought him. Then I found a little girl on line and just fell in love with her but she was in Washington State. She looked so much like the boy I had to call anyway.
When I called I was speaking with the "breeder". They had two champion beagles, one shows, one field trials. When they retired them the daughters wanted to raise a single litter of puppies before having them fixed. I found out the first family that adopted her, returned her because of an unexpected change in their housing situation. In talking to the owner she realized I had the "allergy baby" dog and she had his sister. She was the runt and she had been inseparable from the brother I now had. Her husband was on a plane in two days.
The right dogs always seem to find me.