Well, unexpectedly, last night, while the family was congregated on our front porch, my brother comes rolling up the driveway. Up he comes, carrying a pet crate. So everyone is trying to see inside the crate, and I instantly knew that he meant business. You see, over the last 4 years my brother has rescued 2 dogs, and since he doesn't have the room for them, he brings them over here. Back to the story. So we're all waiting, and my brother pops open the cage door, reaches in the cage, and pulls out this eensy weensy black puppy. The first word out of my mouth was "Mine!", and a grabbed the puppy and sat listening to how my brother obtained it. The previous owners did not take care of their dogs properly. Out of a litter of 5, 3 died, one of which a friend of my brother took, and Hugo, the pup my brother took and brought here. The mother of the pups died, and Hugo is still so young that he needs milk, so we bottle feed him. We thing he is part lab and part cocker spaniel, but we are unsure. At night, Hugo wakes up in 2 hour intervals and I must take him out to go potty. Well, to make a long story short, he now has a great home. I will add a picture later because at this moment, I am bottle feeding Hugo and have been typing this whole thing with one hand.