Xmas eve, and I was a little depressed. I called a fellow MB/er and asked if he was up for a ride. We met at a place that has a road leading away from the city. After a meal at a burger joint we went south. I had my cooler in the trailer full of drinks. Soon the bridge was in sight, where we liked to stop and party for a while. We had to walk our bikes down the steep grade and got under the bridge. I needed a rock or board to hold the center stand for the bike and He went to get one. He heard crying of pups or something. Cat with a litter I guessed. Some life form dumped a citrus bag with 5 puppy's in it out and left them to die. They didn't hit the shallow stream that runs under the bridge. We got the little guys out of the bag, but one didn't survive. Our party had to wait. We put them in the trailer and took them to my shop. There clean and warm and well fed now, with the help of Ted's wife Helen. She is a volunteer at an animal shelter. I'm keeping one. I call him Miracle, He's going to be a big dog. 
B.Dog ate the other one as She don't like the "New Addition" to the family yet. I'm a dogs gran pa. I figgure this Guy will weigh 130 + 
