I knew I would eventually need to find a work from home job. As soon as I did, I rescued a 10 year old Poodle from the shelter. As soon as I wake up (not the other way around like spoiled dogs), she is right by my bed, paws up, head nuzzling my hand until I stop. That one act brightens my every morning. I get up, many times moaning and clumsily falling into my chair to take my Tylenol. Sometimes, I'm moaning for a good half hour. She lays obediently by my side and waits until I feel decent enough to walk her. It's a little difficult sometimes if she does number 2 too early in the day to bend down and pick it up, but all of the rest of the loving I get from her makes it so worth it -- and if it weren't for me, within two days, the shelter would have ended her life. Talk about win-win. We are a match made in Heaven!