My neighbor rescued pups thrown into the creek nearby... to drown. There were 6 of them. 2 died of parvo and the neighbor left the remaining in the care of their son, who never fed the pups. One survivor pulled himself from the creek and managed to make it to my home. He was so afraid, it took a day of patience to even allow me to get close enough to touch him. I named him David, who conquered the giant on his own! These pups were terrorized by the lack of care and abuse. I broght them out of hiding, into my arms, and into my home. They are all nearly a year old. Worth every second, and every penny spent on food. The picture is of Bernard, the most terrorized and antisocial of them all. The photo says it all!