Mike and I spontaneously adopted Phoebe when we met her at the Humane Society. We visit there once or twice a month just to "shop" and meet dogs, who all were not quite right for our personalities and lifestyles. After the disaster of adopting and un-adopting Louie, both of us felt cautious and vulnerable.
I just knew when I met Phoebe - sort of an "I recognize you" moment. We had to argue with management to get her off of a transport to a northern shelter, just to meet her. Luckily being a pain in the ass was worth it, because she was as friendly and sweet as she appeared in her kennel. Her history records were mostly blank.
We've had Phoebe a month as of this week. I've worked really hard to house train and leash train her and ease her out of a couple of shelter hangups. She has licked a cup of ice cream 15 feet, made out with a baby, and broken her toe. She's very loving around friends, strangers, children, and other dogs. Phoebe makes every day an adventure.