I have a great dog.
I adopted him when he was nine months old. He'd spent those nine months being abused, starved, and living outside in near neglect (besides being abused). He'd never been in a home before and wasn't house-trained, leash-trained, crate-trained, and had food issues (from being starved).
He was in his foster home for only three days before I adopted him. He was house-trained in half a day. He learned his new name in a day. He learned 'rules of the house' within a week.
Loose-leash walking was hard for him, but now he walks so nicely my mom (who only outweighs him by 20 lbs) is comfortable walking him. He doesn't pull or lunge at squirrels or bunnies or cats anymore. He rarely barks. He sleeps in until I decide to wake up (and often he only wakes up to eat and pee, then goes back to bed). He's uber low-maintenance. His food issues are non-existent. Even with raw food, he gives up his meals to anyone who asks.
He loves children and people. I never have to worry about him with little kids. He actually knew when my friend was pregnant before she did. She came over and he wouldn't stop resting his head on her belly. 2 days later, she found out she was pregnant. Now when she and her baby come over, Ranger follows the baby around and rests his head on the baby's lap. He barks when he thinks the baby is "in danger".
He knows an insane amount of tricks. His latest one is getting the paper every day. He can find his leash and bring it to me. He brings me my shoes. He even brings me my purse.
Best of all, he's the best foster brother to the puppies we take in every summer. He's patient, kind, and gives the shy ones confidence. He plays rough with his 90 lb best buddy, but plays soooo gently with the foster puppies.
Basically, my dog is awesome.
Here he is with foster sister Sahara.