More: I went to a flea market looking for an axe. As I saw a crowd up ahead of my intended path, I knew what was there; puppies. I stopped to admire the sweet, 6 week old labs. I noticed one, curled up in a box by himself, obviously the runt of the litter. I asked to hold him and as he settled into my arms, let let out a satisfying sigh/moan. I knew that he was going home with me. And what a wonderful companion he has turned out to be.