Back in college about 7 years ago, my boyfrannn (now husband) and I were driving in the country over Thanksgiving break. Out of the corner of his eye, Mike spotted two small puppies in the ditch run into a drain pipe as we drove by. We whipped around, kneeled down and saw two black little babies absolutely terrified. One was barking as hard as she could at us because she was scared, and the other was cowering behind her. It was obvious someone had dumped the two little rottie puppies out in the middle of nowhere. I ran to the trunk of my car and grabbed the small bag of cat food I ALWAYS kept in there just in case. I sprinkled the food in front of the drain pipe, and both pups cautiously came out to inspect the offering. They ravenously ate the food, and decided we could be trusted. We scooped them up, and brought them to my parent's house. They were cold, thin and starving, but all they wanted was attention. My parents moaned about how I always manage to bring creatures home, but the pups became members of the family. To this day they seem to run my parent's farm, and are the happiest siblings around. I love when we get to puppysit them, and they are such sweet and gentle giants.