Er....*no*.
:D
I brought him home when my dad had back surgery.
He had him chained up at his cabin to “eat weeds”.
Poor thing was always crying in loneliness and fear.
It’s a miracle the “coyotes” didn’t get him before I did.
I almost lost him to pneumonia the first few weeks but he’s been going strong, ever since.
God bless you.
You’re such a sweetie!