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He was at work inside a game fence. Now usually these guys get shot. I got to work in the dark and he started jumping on me. I was like oh fuck. Now a big dog who runs from me is one thing, this little guy was another. I sure as fuck wasnt gonna shoot him but knew the owner probably would. I took him out the fence and gave him my breakfast but he beat me back to the shop. I think he was skinny enough to fit under the corner of the gate. He started following me on the tractor and that doesnt on a deer ranch. FUCK.

I ended up putting him in the jeep and taking him away. Small town, only rescue I know of was full. He ended up at the local vet office. I wanted to keep him but if I get another I know they will start running off ( no fence) Dog stays here. I hope somebody saves him. I did what I could.

He was at work inside a game fence. Now usually these guys get shot. I got to work in the dark and he started jumping on me. I was like oh fuck. Now a big dog who runs from me is one thing, this little guy was another. I sure as fuck wasnt gonna shoot him but knew the owner probably would. I took him out the fence and gave him my breakfast but he beat me back to the shop. I think he was skinny enough to fit under the corner of the gate. He started following me on the tractor and that doesnt on a deer ranch. FUCK. I ended up putting him in the jeep and taking him away. Small town, only rescue I know of was full. He ended up at the local vet office. I wanted to keep him but if I get another I know they will start running off ( no fence) Dog stays here. I hope somebody saves him. I did what I could.

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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.

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What an amazing read. You have a way with words. Right on for being righteous.

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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.

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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?

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There's every thing right about you. I'm the same about dogs. Had a neighbor in CA long ago that shot a dog for no reason. We grabbed the dog up and raced to the vet but it was too late. Rat bastard

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No, there is absolutely nothing pathologically wrong with a connection to animals. I once spent close to ten grand to save a dog that was shot in the chest with a .22 halllow point. Dog didn’t deserve it and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let her die. I’ve lived on the same property for close to 30 years, and have 7 dogs and 3 cats buried here. All with a special story. I prefer the company of canines over nearly all people. Dogs don’t lie, they aren’t vindictive, and they are loving and loyal to a fault. Most people are not worthy of that.