Awww Kaz he obviously knows it was really you who rescued him
My first dog - my Pepper - was very much
my dog, but I'd had her from a little puppy
The second one, Sam, was a rescue. Having been without a dog for over a year, the time had come, and there was a lady I'd met at car boot sales who rescued dogs.
She just did it on her own, and had stalls at the boot sales to raise funds. She told me one day she had this dog that she'd heard about, owners who had no clue, he'd been left tied up outside all day every day...by the time she banged on their door they were grateful to her for taking him
Anyway, I went to her house - beautiful bungalow - she had 21 dogs in there, no smell whatsoever. Each had their own bed, except small ones who wanted to share; she bought skirts at the boot sales and sewed them with elastic to make covers, which she washed every day.
She brought Sam out into the front garden to meet me, then we went to meet all the other dogs in the back garden, and after an hour or so I went home to think about it. Then she came to check the house/garden; all was well so I went a couple of days later to collect Sam.
As I went through the front door, almost all the dogs came straight up to greet me/jump up/lick/ beg me to take them with me. Not Sam. He literally walked through and over all the other dogs and came and sat on my feet, looking up at me. He knew I'd come for him.
I put a lead on him, he charged out of the door and into the car and that was that
We went to classes, he won rosettes, he was utterly devoted to me from the second we clapped eyes on each other
(He went with ex, more for ex's benefit than his, but he was fine).
Minnie on the other hand is very definitely 'ours'