It happened like this...When Clyde Pierre began to get older, we realized that we wanted another standard poodle in our lives.  We responded to a newspaper ad for standard poodle puppies and inquired about the remaining silver blue male.  At the same time, the sale of our house went through and we got caught up in the moving process and restoring the old home we purchased in Lakewood, so we decided to wait on adding another poodle to our family. A year later we received a call from the woman who had placed the ad for the silver blue puppy.  She told us that the puppy had been purchased by one of the major actors of the TV show "Northern Exposure."  His little girl had named the puppy "Blueberry" because of his blue coloring.  Due to a messy divorce and the family's relocating to California, the breeder now had the 1 yr old "Blueberry" and wanted to know if we would like to buy him.  We drove up to Renton to look at him and hop-scotched through the piles of dog doodle littering the front yard to enter the small 10 x 15 ft livingroom that was occupied by 7 or 8 large dogs.  "Blueberry" has turned out to truly be a Rescue Poodle.  He had had multiple incidents of trauma (being in a fire, having a toenail pulled out, etc.) and had spent the last several months running wild in a fenced-in backyard.  He had bad infections in both ears, bad rashes and infections around his privates and was so matted that the groomer had to shave him down to the skin.  The groomer said that his feet were so bad that there were stones between his toes that the hair had grown over.  When we saw him, he came right to us as if begging us to get him out of the situation. We paid the woman, who promised to send us his papers so we could register him with the AKC, and brought him home.  (We never did receive his papers and when we tried to contact the "breeder", they had moved and left no forwarding address.) He was a good car rider and never got sick, although we were prepared with towels this time.  He spent his first night in our bedroom, sleeping with "Clyde Pierre" at the foot of the bed and has slept there ever since.  He and Clyde bonded immediately and Clyde seemed to know that he was training this puppy to be our companion after he was gone.  He is so bonded to us that when we left him with our son and his wife in Seattle for a week while we flew to Colorado, they said that he cried real tears as we drove away from the house.  He became the alpha dog and kept the girls in line and could be a ferocious watch dog as the occasion demanded.