Ace was adopted at the Anti-Cruelty Society (a kill shelter)in Chicago. We walked in just wanting to look around. One of the ladies there gave us a little tour. We stopped at this dog's cage and the lady made a comment. "Poor guy" she said, of course we asked why, since she had not commented on any of the other dogs. Her response was "Well, most dogs get adopted after two months, he's been here for five. Nobody seems to want him." We filled out the papers, wrestled and played with him, decided to take him and all of a sudden, they had to "reconsider the adoption possibility" because of the fact that he is part pitbull, part american bull. They made us go back and forth to the office five times over a two week period. Finally, they realized I was not about to get tired and just go away, knowing full-well they seemed to be waiting for his "time to be up". As the vet brought him out to me, he acted afraid of this dog, this big, goofy, marmaduke-like perpetual pup! He slipped out of the choker/leash and I ran behind him as my boyfriend laughed and the doctor stepped hurriedly out of the way. I finally slid the leas back on and we were on our way home. Ace (aka; The Babysitter) is the denmother of the house. He grooms and plays with everyone. He has a talent for finding me my missing slippers. All I have to do is hold up the one I DO have, and ask him to "Go get the other one. Like THIS. Go get it!", he wanders off a few minutes, and runs back to me with the missing slipper in his mouth as he leaps onto the sofa. He is an eighty-five pound lap dog! Just to think we almost didn't get him because the people with the power to save him were so breed-biased themselves it almost cost him his life, and us a great friend. He has been with me three years now.