A few winters ago, my mom and sister were driving home from the mall and seen something in the street. It was dead winter, snow everywhere, negative 5 degrees outside at least. They stopped the car and there was a small white and black jack russel. They got him in the car some how, and you could tell he was badly beaten for years. We took him to the vet and they said his legs had been broken many times so he couldnt walk right (he does a kind of skip all the time) he had a ring around his neck where fur wont grow even all these years later. Half his teeth were rotting out. His fur took many baths to get healthy again. He was all skin and bones. He couldnt have found a better family, we spoil animals like crazy. He put on a ton of weight, and we give him tons of love. He still gets nervous sometimes if someone makes too sudden of a movement.He cries during winter because his legs ache so bad because of what they did to him, and it always remind us where he came from. He is the sweetest dog in the world though, his name is Blake. It makes me sick to think someone once hurt him, repeatedly. (ahhh im all teary now thinking about it) I dont understand humans, and how they could hurt anything like that. less