Warning - this is a brag on rescue dogs.
For those of you who don't know, my dog Chumlee is a 6 year old rescue dog who found himself in a couple of bad situations before he was taken into rescue. He was anxious, poorly socialized, dog-aggressive and had very little training. The rescue group was wonderful and worked hard to find him the right home. We adopted him 18 months ago and he has made tremendous progress but still has a long way to go.
Carol is a little old lady with mid-stage Alzheimer's who just moved into my neighborhood and lives alone. She comes to my door each and every afternoon looking bewildered and anxious and tells me, "My phone isn't working, dear. Can you call the repairman?" Her phone is actually working fine but sadly, she is so confused she doesn't remember how to operate it.
Chumlee, who normally is nervous and explodes into a barking frenzy at any noise, waits quietly at the door and greets Carol calmly when she comes in. After making her call, I invite her to sit down and rest. She sits on the bench in my mudroom and Chum goes and sits beside her. He gently lays his big head on her tiny knee and closes his eyes as she strokes his head and rubs his ears. I see her worried expression disappear and a look of peace settles on her face. It's as if both of them are in a world of their own. After a few minutes, she kisses him on the top of the head and says, "Love you Chum." She never remembers my name, but ALWAYS can remember his.
Chumlee, the dog nobody wanted, is working his magic and bringing love and comfort to a scared, confused old lady.
So, to all you wonderful Rescue folks who pour your heart and soul into saving needy Goldens - Carol and I say thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
(Yes, there is a plan in motion to place Carol in a safer situation, but it's a very slow process)