Wags was 11 months old when we had him and he was so laid back and friendly. Being a blue roan cocker spaniel, his name was obvious - that tail never stopped. He was very tolerant when I was growing up, and was quite happy to wander around the fields with me when I was big enough to take him out on my own.
On a couple of occasions, he was found on a neighbour's bed having a snooze in the sun. We lived in a row of bungalows at the time. When we later moved to a house, we heard of someone just down the road, who was looking for a home for a young Doberman bitch. My husband jumped at the chance, with my full agreement, and we took Kes on. She was only 18 months old at the time and settled into our house well, getting on with Cat as long as they were both in the house. If they were outside, Cat had to be aware that he was fair game. We never had other cats in our garden then.