Once in Wisconsin we drove by my friends rental house (old farm) to see what shape it was in and make sure that the water pipes were empty.
Inside this old, now totally empty farmhouse was a dog in a room with wooden floors with a big block of ice in a bowl, no food and a rag to lay on, it was about 10 degrees in the house.
I didn’t know if it would survive or what damage he had suffered from the cold but after spending a lot of time overcoming it’s fear and guard instincts we got him to my friends warm farm house and he became one of the best, sweetest, good natured dogs that I ever saw.
He lived out a wonderful life on that farm as a prized companion of my friend.
I’m glad to read that story after hearing the subject of this post. Between this story and the one of the 17 year old boy who escaped his tormentors in Tracy, California, some good news is very welcome. Dogs are so wonderful, how can anyone mistreat them? Hard to understand such a callous attitude.