When my son was 6 yrs. old, we were in the country at a friends house. He was playing outside and running all over the property, It was a pretty good size piece of land. After about an hour, he came inside and was hollering "hurry, hurry come look." He had 5 tiny puppies that someone had tried to drown. We hurried them inside and warmed and dried them. It was late November and it was really cold. We found homes for 4 of them and my son said "oh mom, can I keep one." Well, being an animal lover of course I told him sure. We took it to the vet the very next day and she told us that they were only about 7 weeks old. She was truly a joy, a blessing and so entertaining with her antics. She learned to sit, stay and other commands. She would do a bunny hop on her back feet. We even moved because we were told that they didn't allow pets. She had a couple of strokes and didn't survive the 2nd. She lived to a ripe old age of 18 1/2 years. We still think about her a lot, even though she has been gone for 10 yrs. now. We had her cremated and have her ashes. I was so proud of my son.