Old Franklin was left with his friend Bunny on a rescuers door step at Thanksgiving. I took them both in and kept Franklin because he wasn't expected to live very long. Blind and no teeth with old man warts all over but full of spunk. Twice a day he would wonder around in the back yard bumping into the fence or a tree for about an hour and then he would bark for me to bring him in. He didn't look this good when I picked him up, looked like he had been shocked with wild poodle hair.
He lived with us for a year until he had no fight left in him. I took him everywhere all the others went and he fit right in. If he got mad you would know it because he would have a sassy bark and try to bite ya.
A portion of the proceeds are donated to various animal rescues, that are on my "links" page.