I know what you mean about rescues. Andy my (tri-colored Corgi) was a rescue. He was given up by a young woman who was a mail order bride from Russia and her new husband didn't like Andy. I heard about him and made the 100 mile trip to bring him into our home. Peanut was thrown at my fence by a horrible man in a truck. When I looked down my alley, he was sitting in the middle of the alley and I called to him and he ran and jumped into my arms. Now how could I turn away such a loving little creature. He fits right in with the others. He thinks he's a Corgi too. LOL