Did you ever get a dog that wasn't the one you wanted but became the one you needed.?

When I moved to where I am now I planned on getting a dog. I always had big ones before and planned on a medium to larged size dog. Anything but a small one. Then my neighbor came along with a Pomeranian that had been abused previously. They couldn't keep it they already had three dogs and I had none, so I took him. At first he was so cranky and snappy I thought we would never get along. Slowly, very slowly he grew on me. After getting him fixed and trained and medical stuff, he calmed down a lot. He is just the right size for riding in the car with me, likes the same length walks, hes good with my cat and he likes my lap. What made me write this now. A couple days ago he got out and got lost. It was 35 below with wind but I searched for hours. After 18 hours I found him with some help. Some people had taken him in. While he was gone I realized he is the most perfect dog I could have. Did anyone else ever get the wrong dog that turned out to be the best one?