Lincoln was a rescue dog when we got him two years ago. He was found living in a den beside a trash Dumpster in Syracuse, New York, in the winter cold.
Lincoln is the most amazing dog. He knows more people in the neighborhood than I do. We walk every morning at 5:30, and people greet him that I don't even know—seriously! He greets all the children who walk to school and has one every special friend who actively plays with him through our fence (even lying in the snow to bond). When my family all died last year, his constant presence was truly a Godsend. He knows what to do to make me laugh, and he is gentle and kind. He doesn't read my mind, or talk for me, but he truly is a great dog.