I remember when we got my son his Dog. He was 10 and wanted a Beagle Pup. We got a beagle hound mix, and he was so happy! We got it from one of those rescue shelters.
The next day I came home and my son looked devastated! I asked what was wrong, but he would not talk to me. His mother said the dog had Parvo. What could I say? Fortunately, 3 days later (and a big chunk of change), the dog was well on its way to recovery, and has been a very good (if dumb) dog ever since. He is 9 now. We figure he was born on my son's birthday, so we named him Joey after my Son's first name (not the one we call him by). We should have called him knot head!