I just stumbled across your webpage.
I had a dane of my own when I was younger, she was also a rescue. When she came to us she was three years old, and had old battle wounds up and down her front legs. Right away we bonded and she knew I was her human and that she was my dog. She was black and white, with a perfect black spot right on the top of her head. She lived to the ripe age of eleven, and spent most of her days roaming around the old farm (amongst the calves she looked very similar!) and taking rides with us in the farm truck.
I could never have asked for a better more sweet and kind dog. Someday I would love to adopt a dane again, there is something about the breed that is just awesome.
I will keep your organization in mind, it looks like you are doing a wonderful job and have such beautiful dogs!