Can I join you...pretty please?
I was just visiting the local no-kill shelter (we help with their fundraising) today, and played with the most adorable 4 month old “baby”...Beagle mix.
Typical puppy, wanted to play, give kisses, be loved on...oh...except for the GIGANTIC ROD sticking out of his hip. Seems he “fell down the steps” a few weeks ago and the vet “convinced” the owner to relinquish.
In the next room was a little 15 lb. terrier (two years old)...who has had a tough time finding a home because as a puppy she was thrown against the wall and her leg was badly broken. Seems she is having a bit of time trusting humans.
So, what time is the posse meeting up, again?
If I ever get utter control, you can ride shotgun.
[or machete/noose/Glock...whatever you prefer]
99% of my dogs have been rescues.
*Most* psychologically recovered but my oldest Ibizan [10] still has “flashbacks” and lives with chronic anxiety, thinking that every loud noise is ‘another 2x4 being slammed across her crate with her trapped inside.
This, despite the fact that 9 of those years have been made as wonderful as possible for her, *here* and has never so much as seen the inside of a crate in all that time.
She simply cannot “forget”....:(
[her previous “owner” shuffled off her mortal coils a couple years ago *right* before the AKC was about to drop the hammer on her so there’s no possible retribution, there]
I “have a thing” for the wounded ones.
They always catch my heart fastest.
I would adopt them all...... if I could.