When I adopted Col in 2007 he was an only dog and I thought that I would never have two, or even three...
Life changed, we (as in Col and I) moved, met a nice guy, got married, got cancer... and stopped to contemplate life.
I was a workaholic - 60 hours a week, no problem for me ( and Col who either went with me or stayed with his DH). Cancer threw me off the loop. I stopped to think what really matters in life, fought through chemo and for being brave rewarded myself with a second dog as a friend for Col.
Andy entered our life. He had a family for about a year but they returned him because they feared he would bite their soon to have baby. I took in a very sad dog which needed almost two years to come out of his shell.
Colin was thrilled. He developed a complete new character. My funny young boy became a great pack leader and started wagging non stop. He was so happy to have another dog - they don't cuddle but interact on a very subtle level even when they are not obviously about it.
Life changed again. I started working again - 3 days a week, bought a new house, moved in and decided that yes, that's how I want to live.
One day the telephone rang. A grey needed a new home, if I could perhaps...
Paddy moved in. Col was thrilled... Yeah, another underling. Andy was less than thrilled and Paddy had to visit the vet after learning to not jump on a sleeping Andy. But they learned to get along.
Now they are a great team, with a confident leader, a much happier Andy and the clown we call Paddington.