I have to agree with those of you who are dismayed by the borderline ridiculous criteria for adoption that some rescues require. I remember looking at one many years ago, and they required a fence. I told them I do have plenty of fence for livestock, but my dogs are only outside when they are with me. And I take a novel approach that apparently many do not take, hence the rules-- I TRAIN MY DOGS. They don't go far from me.
I have three dogs now. Two are rehomed. One is a rescue. One rehomed dog is a flunk-out from a narcotics/explosives detection training school. She's a very good girl, but she wasn't consistent enough for probable cause. I had a connection through a friend, and that dog found her way to me. The other rehomed dog belonged to my veterinarian. This dog simply didn't fit in well with his pack, and he knew the dog would get excellent care with me.
The third (and most recent) was a rescue. I have a friend who is a state licensed humane investigator, as well as a dog trainer, and is certified in canine behavior. She had this dog in her care, observing before it went to the rescue. I happened to be picking apples at my friend's home, which is very close to her training center and her boarding facility. This woman knows my stewardship, and as a responsible person, she did check up on this dog after she came home with me. She wanted the dog with me-- a situation where she'd have her One Person who would give her time, consistency, love, and a life with a sane pack of dogs and humans. (The dog was found tied by a chain in a vacant lot. Owners fell on hard times, the dog was very thin, and just this side of losing her mind. My friend said that in her professional opinion she was only weeks away from either losing her mind in aggression, or to death from exposure in the summer heat with no shade, and food and water only once a day.) It took some work to get over the emotional trauma of loneliness as well as the physical damage, but this is now the most amazing dog ever. She follows me like a shadow, a beautiful, muscular, black GSD, extremely loyal and highly trainable. I'm so glad she didn't end up in a rescue. She needed her One Person to really thrive. I'm so very lucky that this person is me.
Rescues have to deal with some extraordinarily ignorant people. My daughter worked for a shelter for a few years, and the amount of plain old stupid on the part of the dog-loving public is astonishing. (Like the people who returned their terrier because it ate their guinea pig when left alone together one afternoon. The people thought they should "be friends." Duh, what do terriers DO but go after little squealy things??!) I can understand weeding out a lot of the stupid for the dog's sake by making blanket requirements like having fences.
But good dogs find me these days without rescues.