I strongly believe in rescuing adult dogs. We always told my daughter that she couldn’t have a dog until her baby brother was as old as she was (meaning in a couple of years). When my daughter was four she suddenly figured out that her brother would never be as old as she was because he would always be two years younger. Despite the fact the we meant it another way (actually to some degree because she figured out another way to interpret what we said) we went out and got a dog from a rescue group.
We chose a group where all the dogs were in foster homes, so we could learn about the dog’s personality. We chose a dog that was about 3 to 4 years old so her personality was fairly set, her tendencies were fairly obvious, and most of the chewing was over with. We also chose a dog large enough to withstand childish pummeling but small enough that she could be carried to the bath tub and to the vet. In hindsight we should have chosen a dog with shorter hair and no undercoat, but, hey, I live to vacuum!
We also worked very hard with the kids so they would understand what it means when a dog has a bone or a toy and growls at you (back off!), why you don’t hit or tug on various bits of dog anatomy, how important it is to walk dogs and feed them and make sure they have clean water, and how much fun you can have playing together with your dog. We also taught them how dogs tell you it is time to play, eat go out, or even be alone.
The end result was Sally (named by my daughter), a very intelligent 35-pound black-and-tan mixed breed who is now about 16 years old. She has had relatively few health problems, she is a cheerful companion, and she has never bitten anyone (although she has often resorted to her crate when the kids got too rough. She is rather vocal (we think she may have some German Shepherd genes) but understands very well that she must defer to the people in the house. She also has run off a couple of weird guys that may have been up to no good.
A puppy can be a lot of work to clean up after and train to be a good family member. If you choose correctly an adult dog will come with much less work. I also extol mixed breeds over purebreds. There really seems to be something to “hybrid vigor” and they generally stay healthier longer. Plus, your dog tends to be unique, not looking like anyone else’s dog. If you want, when people ask what kind of dog it is you can make up a breed. Our Sally is a “Bassechow” (BAA seh chow) because she has short legs, a black tongue, and thick fur.
In addition, at least in our town, there is a lot of dog theft. Purebred puppies can be quite expensive to buy from a breeder (several hundred to several thousand dollars) and enterprising thieves have realized that there are folks who see dogs as possessions and who are perfectly willing to pay a discount price for a recognized breed, no questions asked.
And mutts love you just as much as any purebred dog.