I've just spend most of my day befriending and feeding a starving and obviously abused boxer dog.
He is skin and bones, scared as hell of people. Has a chunk of hair missing from his head, healing wounds around his neck from a collar/chain.
I emptied my fridge for the guy, he's had bologna, ham, chicken etc. Another lady went and bought him a bag of dog food. Even yet another lady stopped and gave him some french fries.
He finally got to where he came over to the hotel with me. I sat on the sidewalk, and he'd curl up in the parking lot. I finally got to pet him just a bit..til he figured out what I was doing, then he got up.
This story has a happy ending though. We contacted a boxer rescue group and they just came and got him. That took awhile too, but he went willingly.
I hate people.
He is skin and bones, scared as hell of people. Has a chunk of hair missing from his head, healing wounds around his neck from a collar/chain.
I emptied my fridge for the guy, he's had bologna, ham, chicken etc. Another lady went and bought him a bag of dog food. Even yet another lady stopped and gave him some french fries.
He finally got to where he came over to the hotel with me. I sat on the sidewalk, and he'd curl up in the parking lot. I finally got to pet him just a bit..til he figured out what I was doing, then he got up.
This story has a happy ending though. We contacted a boxer rescue group and they just came and got him. That took awhile too, but he went willingly.
I hate people.
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