My hubby and I are in our late 70's and apart from the last couple of years have always had a dog. After our Garbo passed away at age 18 we couldn't see getting another. However, as fate would have it, we both got sick. Hubby with a heart attack, prostate surgery and an emergence of his PTSD from when he was in Viet Nam. Me with breast cancer and now PMR. I decided it was time to get another dog as our home felt lonely. I knew I didn't want a puppy as it might just outlive us, so looked on the internet for shelters for a small dog. Hubby was against getting another dog, but I went ahead anyway. Finally saw Lexi, a jack russell mix, one ear up and one ear down. Fell in love with her picture. It was a two hour ride to get her. She's six years old and looks like she has had a ton of puppies. What a sweetheart she is. Rolls on her back to be petted every time someone approaches her. Tail always wagging. Loves her toys but most of all is a great therapy dog for hubby who adores her. She sleeps with him when he takes his nap and brings his blood pressure down while petting her and talking to her. She immediately fit in with our life style and has her own routine and has adapted to ours. We adore her.