"Jasper" was rescued by a wonderful family, from the back hills of Arkansas where there was a huge puppy mill, and all the dogs lived in utter muck. There was no human socialization, the dogs bred to each other and weekly carcasses and wonder bread were thrown over the fence to them. "Jasper" and his fellow dog friends were in real trouble when a drought hit AK. Many didn't make it and died, the rest of the dogs that did were stunted in growth due to malnourishment. All were fearful of humans, not knowing humans can be loving. Thankfully the authorities found out and did something to help.
Here is his story as told by his family:
"Jasper was born on the bad end of town.
His father died young. His mother was drowned.
Jasper sired babies year after year. He lived back on a mountain with pain and in fear.
Jasper got rescued around about two. He came to Wisconsin. He ate, slept and grew.
He learned about loving and trusting and treats. He ran in the fields. He got walks down the streets.
Until he lost battles to cancer and age. Then he howled in pain.
So we gave him a leg up to a place with relief. Now he’s playing in heaven and resting in peace
RIP little guy. We love you and miss you!"