I have 4 dogs so I guess this may get a little long. Savannah we got when a friend of a friend rescued her from downtown, she couldn't walk her paws were so burned, she was extremely underweight, and she had a lot of fight wounds on her. The lady couldn't keep her because her apartment wouldn't allow dogs. 2 of our others, Bear and Nikka, belonged to our old neighbor. Nikka he didn't want anymore but his girlfriend was very attached, which in his words is why he hadn't dumped her off yet. Savannah who usually hates other dogs actually seemed interested in playing with her through the fence. So we brought her over and the 2 hit it off. He never secured his dogs so they'd wander the neighborhood, Nikka would usually come over and knock on our door. (Yes, I did say knock, she'd hit the front door with her paw, then turn and hit it with her wagging tail). This went on for a few months until the owner accidently hit her with his car when he was leaving. He put her in the garage and left. The girlfriend came over later asking what she could give Nikka for pain. When we went over and checked on her she needed sutures up the inside of one leg and wouldn't let us touch the back legs. We were trying to convince the girlfriend(not very emotionally stable) to take her to the vet, when we watched her back hock bow out (we assumed it was broken). We finally just took her and said we'd take care of it to at least get her checked. Her boyfriend showed up while we were loading Nikka into our car and told us to just put her down. We didn't really respond, just took the dog and girlfriend and went to our vet. It turned out the hock was fine (she's double jointed and the vet could pop it out and in without a problem) but she had hip dysplasia and her hip had been completely knocked out. The vet said they could put it back in but it wouldn't last. We agreed to pay for the surgery and bring her back to our house. We just never gave her back after that.....Bear we started taking care of when the same neighbor disappeared and left him in the backyard. He was about 20 lbs overweight (neighbors were feeding him), flea infested and heavily matted with a thick coat that would make a husky look at him in envy. We brought him in, shaved him down, took him to the vet and had a mast cell tumor removed, and when the owner showed up he never asked for him back. Out last dog Hunter we got as a puppy from a rescue group. He was part of a litter whose mother and father were strays who came up from Mexico and hung around a prison. The mother was killed by coyotes while giving birth and the inmates rescued and cared for the puppies for about 3 days before the rescue group took them. Surprisingly Savannah who hates most other dogs actually gets along with all 3, in fact she completely mothers Hunter.