Last year we lost our German Shepherd to bloat. We were torn up over it. We have had a Shepherd in my family since my wife and I got married, and I grew up around them around my uncle's farm. So needless to say we are somewhat biased when it comes to other breeds. However, after the recent loss, we had no desire to get another dog that would remind us of the loss. So, after mourning him, we decided to start searching for an adoption and leaned toward the Bully breed. Lo and behold we adopt this fellow that is just incredible from a local rescue organization. He has been a part of the family since March and I honestly haven't met a dog any better then him. Now we have decided to foster (prob adopt eventually) a puppy from a litter of 8 that came out of death row. We only have enough room in our lives for a single foster, so I don't expect this to get any larger then it is now... But I have a big ole loving fawn bully asleep on his bed next to me snoring away, the little yorkie over in his, and the 6 week old foster little white and brindle girl in her bed barking in her sleep, while I watch the ball game wondering what we have gotten ourselves into...