So back when I was maybe 10 my younger brother was looking in the backyard at my grandma's and asked who were the dogs that were playing with my grandma's dog, Sasha. She was confused but there were in fact two extra dogs in the backyard that were clearly strays.
So she takes out some food for them. One of the dogs was having none of it and bolted pretty much as soon as my grandma came out. After some time the other dog eventually started eating the food. My grandma decided to keep him (She had recently had to put down her other dog Max as well). We told her that she should name him Buddy after the Buddy in Air Bud since that dog had been a retriever and a stray as well. And that's how Buddy came to live with my grandma.
He never quite broke his habit of running away but he always managed to find his way back on the times that he did get out. He was a bit of a wild one but he was a good dog and the one I remember most of my grandma's dogs (She has had 4 of them and is considering getting another one).
Don't have anything to add but a genuine cool story, bro. ---
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