Several years ago, when my wife and I moved to the neighborhood we live in now, our next door neighbors at the time had two kids and a puppy. The kids and adults were horrible to that dog, an English springer spaniel. In fact, once I caught the kids kicking the dog and I was very tempted to jump the fence and kick both of their asses.
One night, my wife mentioned to me the house was empty next door, apparently according to the landlord of the place the family owed a good chunk of back rent and bailed out in the middle of the night, took all their shit and off that floor like a virgin on prom night. When the landlord and I went over, we heard a whimpering in the basement. The dog was there, apparently they abandoned it and left it to starve. He was going to call the local ARL, but I told him I would see if we could find a home for it.
At first, the Mrs. thought I was out of my mind, we had our son at the time and a cat. However, I told her that I was looking for a good hunting dog and thought this would be the one. I talked her into letting us keep the dog, she is a sucker for animals as well.
Needless to say, that dog is 9 years old now but has been a faithful, loving dog to our family. Plus, she was fairly easy to train and make into a hunting dog and she's helped me bag deer, ducks, and pheasant. I'm not the least bit sorry I took that dog in that day.