I found Barney a year ago while I was exercising Roxie. I ride my bike and she runs beside me, it seems to keep her happy and burns off her endless supply of energy.
Anyway, I was riding along and saw this big black staffy approach. I was really scared at first, thinking he would be aggressive and Roxie freaked out when he tried to sniff her. I had stopped when he first came up, and was telling him to go away. He wouldn't, so I kept riding and he followed. It was a hot day, but I went around the block again thinking he would go home. He kept following, he actually seemed to enjoy it. At this point I just felt bad so I rode home and got him in the backyard, and gave him some water. He had a collar but no tag, no name, no phone number.
I called him Barney. It was a friday night, I'm pretty sure, the vet wasn't open. We decided to just hold him til Monday.
He played with Roxie, and our other dog Ellie.
We took him to my aunty's house and he played with their dog, they actually got along really really well, she is part staffy so they matched each other in force and stamina.
He was so gorgeous. Dad looked up the breed on the net and got the 'specifications' for a purebred. Barney matched them all. He was so gentle, Dad even let him in the house.
We took him to the vet on the Monday but they wouldn't tell us who owned him, or take his number and get the people to call him. It was stupid, we only wanted to let them know where we found him, when, what we'd fed him etc. I'm not sure we would tell them that we went on a road trip with him though :P
Barney wasn't the first dog to 'find' us - I think Roxie has put out a beacon for strays 'Come here, the humans will help you! We actually had one dog break through our fly wire door and come in. They're all desperate to live here!!