I took him away from a woman at the fleamarket who was beating him mercilessly and
was sticking his head in a bucket of water. He was screaming so terribly that I heard
him all the way across the fleamarket property. Of course when I heard that,
I had to investigate what that was. That's when I came upon the woman beating him and
I took him away from her. He was sopping wet, and I held him and comforted him,
all the while he kept on screaming.
I had never heard a dog or a puppy scream like that. He was just a tiny little thing,
didn't weigh but about 3 or 4 punds. Anyway, I told her I was taking him home, and
she started yelling that she was going to call the police, and I asked her to
please do, because there was a law against animal abuse. Well,
she thought better of it, then she tried to take Jake away from me again,
and I turned to walk away. She grabbed me, just as my husband had
finally caught up with me. He pulled out a 10 Dollar Bill, gave it to me,
and I threw it at the woman. That shut her up, and I knew how much
that little puppy meant to her.
We left, and I realized that Jake was only about 4 weeks old, or younger, not even old
enough to be away from his mother. So I went to the pet store, and bought puppyformula,
that takes the place of mother's milk, and that's what we fed him with a tiny babybottle
for 3 weeks, until he was finally able to eat puppyfood by himself.
Anyway, Jake grew into a healthy beautiful adult dog, and I've never regretted the day
I took him home. He is such a lover, and wants to cuddle all the time.
He gets along great with the other 4 dogs we have.