The MAACO shop in town had a Rott “guard dog” who had no food, no water and no bedding during a bitter MD winter.
I happened upon him whilst waiting for hubby to get an estimate for a trike customer.
He came out and found me in the dog’s house, snuggling him to keep him warm.
I did wait until hubby was done haggling price before storming the building.
The owner didn’t understand how I got into the lot, let alone the dog’s kennel “alive”.
Pffft.
Dog loved me.
When we went back to pick up the paint job, the dog’s ragged fence had been made safe, his house had a heated pad and his bowls were full.
He seemed grateful. :)
There’s a much longer story involving my dad, a backwoods welder and his vicious pack of GSDs and myself, as a toddler.
;D
Too bad you can’t work the same magic on Congress, or at least the BLM....