My wife taped on the glass and the puppy started to lick the glass and get
excited. My wife ask id she could see the puppy and we went to a holding room.
He was so adorable. My wife started crying and I said what was wrong and she
said " he is the same color as Sandy our Collie. 1 hr later we had Spencer and
on our way home. We have loved him ever since. He has warmed our Hearts again
and we thank God for giving us this Precious creature. The Spencer Man. He is
now 6 months old and going strong

One day while my 80 year-old mother was taking her early morning walk, this
little black and white fluff ball started following her.  She was dragging her
back legs.  Mother brought her into the house.  She had on a collar, but no
identity tags.  She was clean and beautifully groomed.  She didn't have any dirt
on her, so she couldn't have been outside for long.  I supposed she had escaped
from someone's house in my neighborhood.  I went door-to-door trying to find her
owner, with no luck.  I posted photos and posters all over the neighborhood, but
no one claimed her.

Cookie cannot urinate by herself.  She must have her bladder expressed manually
several times per day.  She cannot hold her bowels at all, so she can make quite
a mess.  After a day went by and she didn't pee, I took her to the vet because I
was worried about her.  The vet told me she was only 7 months old.  She tried to
discourage me from keeping Cookie because it would be a life-time commitment to
care for her.  My family decided we would keep her, anyway.  When I told the vet
we were going to keep her, she said "Oh, I'm so relieved you're going to keep
her.  I had to discourage you so you wouldn't feel guilty if you decided to put
her to sleep."

The vet trained me to express Cookie's bladder and take care of
her other needs.  She is healthy, happy and ornery — full of life.  We
purchased a wheelchair for her so she can take walks and play outside without
scraping up her legs.  The first photo of Cookie with her face on the floor,
shows how unhappy she was initially with her cart.  She just didn't know what to
make of it.  After she figured out how much more mobile she would be and how
fast she could run with it, she took right to it.  Inside the house, she just
drags around her back legs, but boy can she move.  She hops like a rabbit.