On June 4, 2012 my husband drove by what he thought was a piece of tire on the shoulder of a 4 lane highway. When he saw that it was a helpless puppy he put it in his truck, called him "Cooper," and drove home. Cooper had endured a horrendous past and was lucky to be alive. This is the story of his rehabilitation and his impact on others along the way.
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