I used to have a black Spitz some years ago. My sister and I used to play at a park near my house and one day, out of no where there was this black dog (grown up but young) roaming by itself. He was very shy and afraid of people and my parents weren't into dogs then but sis and I were determined to bring him home
. Being the dog lovers, sis and I left him food every day and one day he followed us home (with us holding a piece of white bread)
My parents didn't let him in because they say he will leave on his own and so for a few days he sat in front of our door and finally my parents said he could stay and we could let him in. He was our dear pet until he was old and passed on. I truly feel that he did belong to us when we first saw him at the park.