A few weeks ago a cute and friendly adolescent black Labrador Retriever wondered up to the rifle/pistol range. The dog lovers there treated him royally, and someone brought him his own water dish and a huge bag of food. Someone gave him the moniker of "R.D." for Range Dog.
He was a friendly little guy, and he certainly had lots of energy. And strangely, the shooting of firearms didn't seem to scare the wits out of him like it does some other dogs. He had a bad habit of gently putting your hand or arm in his mouth. He didn't actually bite, but it was kind of thing that frightens parents. I took him some chew toys to try to help him get over that habit.
Anyway, the good news. Someone adopted him. He'll make someone a great pet, and it's just wonderful that someone was kind hearted enough to take him in. Kudos to you and to dog lovers everywhere!