One night my financee came home from work and told me that one of his employees roomate got a boxer puppy last week and is beating him up. He said he through his against a wall and punched him in the head. He said he saw him and his eyes were all bloodshot. He should know better than to tell me these stories. I start tearing up and tell him to go get him. A week later his employee calls and says that the "bad man" is willing to give him up if we pay him for him. We both dropped what we were doing and ran out the door. When we got there he ran up to us and tried to get in the car like "i know you are here to help me" the "bad man" started laughing about how he beat him up. I could not even say anything I just wanted to get him. We tried to find him a home but both homes he came back. I was already in love with him. He is so sweet and the greatest puppy ever. Muggs fell for him too both times we tried to give him up Muggsy was depressed. When he came back the last time I decided he needed us. Every time I get irritated with something he does I just think about the life he would have had if we had not rescued him. I swear if I could I would live on a farm and take in every single dog that needed a loving home. I wish more people would rescue there is such joy in giving a dog a good, loving home that has never known one. And those puppies are truly grateful to you for that.