I wonder what some of you would think of this story - I heard it on the radio years ago.
It was told in person, by an elderly woman who'd been completely snowed in, I think during WW2, with a very young baby - her breast milk had failed and she had nothing else to give the baby.
However, she had a German Shepherd dog that had recently had puppies. In desperation she put the baby to the dog, who was quite happy to oblige, and apparently it worked well enough until she was able to get out again. Understandably her memories of that dog were more overwhelmingly loving than they would have been anyway.