Good story. I have to wonder what kind of people take on a pet and then don't care for it. I think there's a special place in Hell for them. But there's where Fate steps in - if his original owners had done right, the folks in Arizona wouldn't have had him for a therapy dog.

Sampson, our mutt foundling, is 4 months old, over 30 pounds, and up to my knee. His feet are huge. When I told my mom we found him in a parking lot at the park, she said, "you took somebody's puppy." I said, anyone that would let an 8-week-old puppy run around loose in a busy neighborhood doesn't need to keep him anyhow. I watched the newspaper for awhile, but nobody seemed to have lost him. He ain't leaving now!

He has two nicknames: Gatorhead, because when he grins, he looks like an alligator, and Grossfuss, which is German for Big Foot.