Story of the lost dog

It was a cold december day that ill never forget. I was outside getting firewood ro stock up the woodstove when i heard a whimpering comeing from inside the garage. It was a sound that i just had to go check out and see what it was. As i opened the garage door i was greeted by a crying puppy. He was very thin and was freezing to death. So i picked him up and brought him in the house. The next morning i took him to the vet and found out he was 8 weeks old and besides being thin he was very healthy. I named him rebel and three years later hes still my bestfriend. I am very thankful for finding him and saving his life. Its a day that i will never forget