That sounds like a good deal. Plus, pets can offer you not just love and loyalty, but unconditional love, and loyalty, which is something awfully nice to be on the receiving end of.
Anyway, his evident health and happiness - just look at his gleaming coat - are a terrific testament to the pair of you and the quality of your the care and attention you clearly lavish on him.
You might care to remind some of the newer posters of the circumstances if his Bob came to be a part of your family, as it is a tale well worth telling.
It was a sad tale that, unfortunately, my wife (who is an RSPCA Inspector) is only too familiar with:
Bob was found dumped in a cardboard box in a car park when he was only around 8 weeks old. He had a ruptured eye, (which had to be removed), terrible mange (which meant that he was very crusty, smelly and hairless), he was so riddled with worms that they were coming out of his nose and he had had his dew claws ripped out on his front feet. He was dumped during a spate of awful weather and he had managed to toddle out of his cardboard box and was stumbling around the car park next to it. It was miraculous that he made it through the night really. If he hadn't have been found he would have almost certainly died within hours. My wife was the inspector who was called to attend and she rushed him off to the vets for treatment. After the operation he came to live with us for the weekend to monitor him and he was a really sorry sight, bless him. He recuperated for a few days and then Mrs MacRy took him off to the rehoming centre to find a new home. I was secretly really sad to see him go because I felt so sorry for the little guy but I didn't think that we could keep him as we have cats and I have never really been a dog person, despite Mrs MacRy's best efforts to persuade me to have one over the course of our ten years together. When he got to the rehoming centre they couldn't take him in as the type of mange he had was extremely contagious for other dogs so back he came. I was overjoyed and immediately suggested that we keep him and see how he went with the cats. You can imagine how delighted Mrs MacRy was So he stayed and he has become a loyal and loving friend to us both and the cats tolerate him (and occasionally show him the odd bit of affection). It turned out that he also has dodgy legs, so the chances are that he wouldn't have been eligible for rehoming anyway and may have been put to sleep.
Here is a photo of him when Mrs MacRy brought him home after his operation and a couple a week or so later that one of the RSPCA photographers took for the appeal that went out to find who was responsible for the abuse/dumping (they never found the person unfortunately).