Since I posted pictures, I figured I would post Cooper's story and how he came into my life.  To the best of my knowledge he story starts like this.  Cooper was purchased at a petstore (puppy mill dog) by a young man, and when he was taken home, his parents said "NO WAY", so this young man sold Cooper to another young man who was interested in breeding him.  After the second guy purchased him he brought him to the clinic because he thought he might be sick.  Not only was he sick, but he had pneumonia.  I started him on antibiotics and wanted to recheck him in a week.  A week later the second young man's friend came in to ask some questions about Cooper.  He was watching Cooper while the friend was out of town and the dog seemed to be getting worse.  He called the owner, but they didn't want to spend anymore money on the dog was were thinking about taking him to the animal shelter. 

The humane society here will automatically put down sick owner surrenders, not to mention there is a virulent respiratory outbreak here and 3 shelters have closed there doors and PTS every dog in the shelter trying to get rid to the thing.  Cooper's fate was sealed if he went to the HUS and at 17 weeks old, I had to give him a chance.  When I found out the owner's plan, I contacted his friend and had the owner call me and give me permission over the phone to take this pup as my own.

Cooper is pretty much over the pnumonia now, had a really rough time of it, but now he's loosing hair due to demodextic mange, so we've started treatment for that.  I took him in as a foster with no intention on keeping him, but  I really need to sit and talk with my husband about that.  With 3 dogs I don't really want another, but with all of my dogs being seniors it kind of seems like time for a puppy, so who knows.