Except for the REALLY lucky ones, the ones who cross paths with my neighbor. They get to see a new world with people who care for them instead of abusing them.
We "babysat" one of her rescues today, a nice looking guy awaiting adoption. He spent a few hours in our back yard, just one of those handsome strangers who come through town and set every female heart aquiver. Nikita took one look and suddenly turned into a girl, all coy and flirtatious. "Oh, please be gentle with me, you big, strong, handsome man." Gag.
I was so embarrassed for her - not exactly the strong type of woman I write about. But it was all an act. When he fell for it, she turned into a feisty little hellcat, with a lot of fake growls and pretend bites. He was swept off his oversized paws, completely smitten. Ah, romance.