Everything was fine, or so we thought.
Ryder, our black lab-heeler cross, spent the first couple years of his life chained up. My wife rescued him shortly before we met in 2013.
Boston, the other dog she'd had since he was a puppy, became known as hers, while Ryder, for whatever reason, took a liking to me. For whatever reason, I took a liking to him too.
For the breed he was, Ryder was pretty plump. We fed him well. The only health issue he ever had was the week my wife and I met. He sliced his paw on a piece of glass in a park.