When I was married to my first husband, he traveled Monday through Friday and I was home by myself during the week. Our neighborhood had turned seemingly over night from an amazing family neighborhood to quite frightening in a short time. We got broken into twice in a month. Once at about two am, while I was in bed. I could hear them right outside my bedroom door. I managed to climb out my bedroom window and go out the gate in our backyard and to the neighbors to get help, we put our house up for sale and demanded a dog. My husband went to a pet store, and the lady working there said that she had a boxer that had been professionally trained, but did not get along with her small child so they gave him to her husband fried. When she saw him. He was outside chained to a tree, chain had actually grown into his skin, malnourished. She went and stole him while they were out of town and was hiding him at the pet store. She gave us to him for free. He was the very best dog I have EVER had..