Let me tell you about my latest dog.
I became a foster "parent" for lost, abandoned or abused Huskies late last year.
In a very short space of time a number of lovely animals passed through my doors on their way to new homes.
Huskies are notorious for escaping and Christmas was a nightmare. Animal shelters just had no room left for any more Huskies.
In about November I was asked to take in a particularly difficult dog. He was an escape artist of note and had been neglected and badly abused. The owner decided to have him put down, but a kind relative tried to rescue him.
The relative soon realised that he could not cope and passed him onto an animal shelter.
Husky rescue heard about him the day he was meant to be euthanased.
There is some unprintable stuff here about how he was rescued from the shelter.
He was delivered to my door and within 2 hours he had found a way to scale my very high wall and escape.
Again he was found and taken to the shelter.
They were very perplexed as the dog was meant to have been euthanased.
Again, there is some unprintable stuff about the second rescue.. but we got him off death row again.
We made some creative adjustments to my walls to make them Husky proof.
I hope no one from this animal shelter sees this post
Anyway, what became obvious, was the fact that this dog had been too badly abused to be passed onto any novice person. He anticipated beatings for almost anything. He was completely unsocialised. Other dogs were attacked if they approached too near, and it was obvious that he did not expect regular feeding. He was very thin when he arrived.
If I raised my voice for any reason the dog would run and hide. If I scolded him, he would lie on his back whimpering.
Now, after many months, he is finally wagging his tail, running to greet me and playing with other dogs.
He has bonded very closely with the family and we have decided that this dog has been through too much to put him through the trauma another move.
He still has a long way to go. Sometimes when I try to play with him, he gets confused and expects a beating.
My status has however changed from "foster" mom, to "adoptive" mom.
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Then there is Zebedee.. a huge black and white tom that I got when his owner went into hospital and was no longer able to care for him. He is about 5 and quite a bruiser, sleeps on a fox fur as it was cheaper to buy him one than to buy a cat bed!!!! Osiris is a 3 year old black tom, a birthday pressie from somebody who thought what I needed was yet another cat. Finally on the cat front is Deathshead Moth.. a 7 year old tortie who is as mad as a fruit bat. She never grew up, bless her, and is very small..more like a kitten. I am now also the owner of an 8 month old Colzoi called Marag which is Gaelic for pudding. After my beloved Alsation passed away last year I decided no more dogs.. then I saw a pic of his wee face and I was hooked. His mum is a Collie and his dad a Borzoi and my pup is still growing despite having a 5 foot stretch when he goes on his back legs!!!! Hopefully he shall stop growing soon. And chewing..and weeing.. and digging holes in my garden.... 
