So very, very often when you open your home to a rescue GSD, you become astonished that someone could have allowed such an amazing animal to get loose/run away/become 'inconvenient', whatever. The longer you have them, that feeling increases. And the ones who came from a hard life just seem to show genuine gratitude the rest of their lives. The two I have now were not 'easy' rescues, they each came with baggage. But it is gratifying to watch as they come out of their shell, they blossom, they become what they were meant to be, instead of what someone beat into them.