As I was making my rounds in the shelter today, I noticed a chocolate pittie boy cowering in the corner of his kennel. As I was taking him out of the kennel, I noticed that he was in terrible shape. He was absolutely covered in bite wounds and scars.
Sure enough, this poor pittie boy was a bait dog. His name is Phil. I took these pictures with my camera because, while we often demand tighter crackdowns on dog fights, one can hardly understand the horror of it until one deals with its victims in person:
He sports a typical home-crop job.
Hard, swollen front leg:
You know how they say rescued pitties really understand what you've done for them? It's true. The entire time I was trying to take pictures of Phil, he kept pushing his head against my stomach for some loving.
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