I have no rescue dogs to speak of but 4 rescue cats.
I had dogs growing up, two purebred collies (think lassie) that were bought from a breeder who was a friend of my moms. We actually went and camped there when we got both, and that place was awesome, dogs all over the house. I remember begging to vacation there in the summer so i could hang out with the dogs.
Now that i'm older i would never "buy" a dog, i'll absolutely adopt.
The cats were a slightly different story.
We adopted 2 from the humane society in Edmonton, unfortunately 1 was sick and after thousands in vet bills had to be put down due to suspected Leukemia.
We adopted another one (Indy) from a PetSmart adoption show on a saturday to keep the now lonely first cat (Zoe) company. Life was easy as a two cat family.
The third one was by accident. While at a friends house at a party a cat (now named george) came to visit on the patio. She was obviously severely injured,stomach hanging way down almost dragging on the pavement when she walked. She had lived in that condition in pain for several years according to our friend who lived there. The next day the gf (now wife) and i went searching for her, caught her, took her to 1 vet for starting surgery, then to a specialist to complete the surgery to put some mesh in her. The vets were shocked she had lived at all, much less for a couple years, and suspected she had been hit by a car.
We brought her home, stuck her in a cage to keep her immobile after the surgery for a week and lived with the hell of a cat screaming for 24 hours a day. She HATED our other cats, likely as she was beat to hell by other cats on the street. They had to separated for a full year prior to being able to be around each other when we were gone. Now they' re good,but she definitely prefers people to them.
The last cat we adopted was again a "street" cat (Everett). He was obviously homeless. He would come to our window in our apartment every night, and we watched him slowly starving. He would not less us get near him at all, bolting away if we got within 50 feet. What started as me putting out food whenever he came (think getting up at 3AM every night when the cat comes and ours freak out).
Eventually after weeks we coaxed him into a large kennel to eat and shut the door. Got him neutered, shots, and now he's the sweetest guy ever, loves other cats.
Never wanted 4, but thats what i ended up with. Hopefully in a year or two we can throw a dog or two into the mix.
Obligatory pics:
Zoe:
Indy:
George:
Everett:
Sorry for all the pics.
Can't believe people abandoned these guys to the streets.