In memory of my abused Akita/Great Pyrenes, Mr. Beasley.  I watched him being dumped on the streets of L.A..  He lived with me for three years until he passed.  I had to board him everyday for those three years as I went to work because his anxiety was so bad.  He dealt with severe fear aggression as well.  Although with me a short while I'm so thankful as this is how I met my best friends.