We found a sick, starving German Shepherd on Christmas Eve before last. The shelter was closed, and all the folks that take in stray dogs were full up. She was really wild, and scared to death. Scars all over her. Think she may have been a fight dog, cuz she really goes ballistic when she sees another dog. Anyway, she really tore up the laundry room. Ripped both the door frame and window sill off. Didn't like the idea of being confined. Since it was Christmas Eve when we found her, there was no place for her to go, female, etc., my wife named her Mary. (Only female in the Christmas story!) Took her to the vet after Christmas, and she had heartworms. By that time my wife was in love with her, so after an $800 vet bill, we kept her. She's a wonderful dog. Calmed down of course. As sweet a dog as I have ever seen. Guards my wife when folks come over. Always stays between her and our guests. Sheds more hair than any dog I've ever seen, too. Can't understand why she isn't bald by the end of the day. When I see all those scars on her legs, the poor tail, the stitched up ears, I just can't believe anyone could treat a dog like that. Just glad she has a happy home now.