My partner helped out an elderly couple on their farm while they were in the hospital and their son, who usually ran things, was serving jail time. The very first day she arrived, she found a litter of five mix-breed puppies that the owners' son had carelessly bred before being incarcerated. It was October and starting to get cold out at night, and the only shelter the mother and pups had was a blue 55gal bucket. So we moved them into the green house's office where it was warm, and cared for them every day until they were eight weeks old. We then spent the next two weeks screening people to give four of the puppies good, permanent homes. At six weeks old, the runt of the litter became too sick to stay with his mother and siblings, so we took him home at the vet's order and nursed him back to heath. We ended up falling head over heels for the puppy, and decided our life wouldn't be complete without him. After some debate we named him Canyon, and he is the best dog either of us have owned. We were able to find out that he is part Sheltie and Border Collie, with a little Husky thrown in.

Amber
Lebanon, PA