When I was about 9 and growing up on our farm we had a beautiful golden retriever named Daisy. She had a heart of gold, too and one day she found a rabbit hole out in one of our fields. The mother was nowhere to be found so Daisy decided to bring the babies to our back porch. The first one was tiny and we did not see it in her mouth. We were petting her and all of a sudden she opens her mouth and lays it on the porch. We were so surprised and my mother immediately began to give it some warm milk out of an old baby bottle. My sister and I thought it was so cool and we were excited about having a new pet. About 10 minutes later, Daisy brought us another one and of course same scenario enfolds. My Dad was in the vicinity working on his tractor and he heard our co-motion. He came to see what was happening and he saw Daisy running out to the field again. He called her back and that's when he said to put Daisy back in the pen with the other bird dogs. I was confused and asked why. He then informed me that if I didn't put her up she would bring all of the babies and we did not have room for them. We took care of the two for a month and let them back out in the wild. I always wondered if they survived...