Good photo's, wouldn't it be nice to take after photo's of any that found forever homes to show the contrast of sadness & happiness.
My first dog was from a pound, my brother & I had to carry it home, as it's paw's were raw, skin & bone, it's tongue had been ripped, it had walked the streets for ages. I got such a telling off for picking such a sick dog, but my mum nursed it back to health & he gave us many years of joy.
Good luck in all you do.