More: We adopted McCoy when he was seven months old. My great niece, and I, were at a festival and the event was lined with rescue dogs. As we crawled around, on the grass, petting all the dogs McCoy climbed out of his cage and climbed in my lap. He has the very best spirit. He’s smart, cuddly, loves everyone and we are so blessed that he chose us. 💚 (McCoy is named after McCoy pottery, and comes with me to my vintage store every day)