Our first rescued dog was in Vanuatu shortly after we arrived in 1992-she was a small puppy found shivering in the bushes the morning after a Cyclone Betsy. We named her Betsy, and she was just a mixed breed (we call "Island breed")-black and tan-sort of like a shepard-grew to about 60 pounds. She was the sweetest, gentle, loving dog we could imagine. My boys took her with them everywhere, she was just so sweet. I believe these needy animals are put before us for a reason-we were meant to give them a loving and secure home that they deserve. Every dog we have had sense has been a rescue and all have turned out to be part of our family. Just cherish the opportunity to make a loving family for her! Nearly in tears here--------