I have in the past rescued strays and found them good homes. One was a pit bull escaped fighter. He was in HORRIBLE shape when he came knocking at my door dragging a long chain. I don't know how he got loose. He was covered with paint and cigarette burns. Someone tried to cut off his ears and he had a long slash on his penis. I let him in and he crawled into a corner and slept for 24 hours straight through. What a good dog. I mean a superlative dog. He seemed shy to the prospective dog parents. Then one family came in. I don't know how this dog knew, but this was his family. Three little kids that rolled all over the floor with him. The Mom was a bit hesitant, pit bull and all. She said a final "NO pit bulls". But the dog was having none of it. He went up to her, laid his head along her leg and looked up into her face, the perfect picture of pleading pity. Well, okay, for awhile, see how it works. As soon as the door was open, the dog was out like a shot and jumped into the backseat of the car, like he belonged there.
That makes you feel good, that kind of he found his home.
