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Poor thing. He’s beautiful. I have anywhere from 2-5 dogs at any one time. Pick them all up off the street, or they just randomly show up in my yard. People think dumping their dogs in the country is humane. It is not. You did a good thing. I hope they fatten him up a bit at the vet’s.
I hope he finds a new home, this was yesterday and it still bothers me. I know he would be a great dog.
Suplex. I run a cat rescue on Long Island that has a good sized Fakebook following on its page. If you want you can put the info here of the Vet this little one is at and any details that you can think of and I'll turn it into a post and share it to the other rescues Nationwide that I am in touch with
Its out of my hands now, I did what I was reasonably able to. They post them on some facebook thing. If I had a fence I would have kept him. But two dogs tend to get in more shit.
I remember the first time I cried as a grown man. I was driving out to the mountains for vacation, and the car in front of me stopped suddenly, pulling to the shoulder. We're deep in the woods. Passenger (spic or indian) gets out and opens back door, as I'm passing I see a mutt of some kind (very young, barely out of puppyhood) jump out. In my rear view, I see the woman who jumped out throw something into the woods, and the little dog ran after it.
As soon as the dog ran, the bitch jumped back into the car, and they sped off, quickly catching up to me since I was driving slowly to observe this. I couldn't believe what I just witnessed. I tried to rationalize it, "They're just playing with him, playing fetch". I couldn't take it; I turned into the other lane and made a U turn, the fucking bastards passed me and sped up, disappearing around a curve in the road. I drove back and parked where they had parked. I couldn't see the dog, it was a pretty steep slope that bitch had thrown the object off of. I started just calling out gibberish, "come here boy!", etc..
After a few minutes, no sign of the little guy. I crouched down and began sobbing as the weight of the entire situation washed over me. I imagined what the dog might feel like- I wondered "Can a dog feel betrayal? Is it hurt down there somewhere? What can I do, I have to do SOMETHING, I can't leave him alone here." I grabbed my hiking backpack from my trunk and some other gear, and found a less-steep area to make my way down this slope. As I reached the bottom, I heard movement, and then I saw him- his little white head poking out from behind a tree, stick in mouth. We made eye contact. He approached me a little cautiously... and then he dropped the stick at me feet, and looked up at me.
I bawled again. This creature, so loyal, so good, and those fucking savages could do this to him?! Dog started jumping up on me, was very friendly. I scooped him up, climbed back up, handed him up to my girlfriend, and got him into my car. We headed the rest of the way to the cabin with our new passenger. Fortunately, the owner of the cabin (my GF's family) had a dog, so they had food and stuff. They agreed to take care of him, but told me I had to take him with me when vacation was over and we all went home.
GF's aunt fell in love with the lil' guy after 3 days. He's living with her, her husband, and their two kids right now.
Wow, that’s a powerful story. I don’t get how anyone could do such a thing. I chased a car on foot one time on a dirt road between grape vines and almond orchards. They had basically done the same thing. I started screaming at them, “Are you dumping these dogs?!?!” Two big happy dogs. They pretended not to speak English, put the dogs back in their vehicle, and moved on. Sadly, they likely just went to another farm and dumped them. Dogs just thought they were out for a happy romp in the country. It breaks my heart.
This is shockingly common. I'll never understand how you could do this. It's practically a death sentence, and there are so many other fucking options!
I guess I just don't have it in me to betray someone that is so loyal. I often think "We don't deserve dogs or cats", almost like they're too good for us.
When I was a little kid, I used to believe that good dogs were actually angels sent to earth by God to be our guardians and friends. Bad dogs were sent by the devil, that's what I believed. Perhaps this fantastical thinking, combined with my upbringing on a farm, surrounded by dogs my whole life, has given them a special place in my heart. I think I might actually fight someone if I witnessed them abusing their dog, my empathy for them is so pathological. Is there something wrong with me?
What an amazing read. You have a way with words. Right on for being righteous.
One of my dogs was a stray, she just had puppies, was covered in mud and ticks and was seriously underweight when we found her. We couldn't find her litter unfortunately, it's taken a huge toll on her, but she's doing much better in a home than in the brush.
Bless you for your kindness. Too bad about the litter.
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