I named the pupper Isaiah. It just seemed like a strong name that fit a sweet white pooch.

His visits have become more frequent and I don't think he is leaving the complex as often as he used to. The people here always have food out for him (I think we are feeding some stray cats, as well) and I have seen multiple people trying to lure him to them. I think his lack of wandering also has to do with the fact that he is not feeling well. Besides the worsening limp, he also seems to be getting thinner.

This morning, he let me approach him without my dogs! I crouched down and kept scooting closer, each time throwing a bit of tuna his way. He didn't eat, but let me get closer and closer. I held out my hand with a peice of tuna in my palm. He very gently and sweetly took a tiny bite of the fish. The whole time he just looked at me, his eyes were so much sader than they were a few days ago. I think the lack of care and shelter are taking their toll. He may also realize that no one is coming back for him.

I have been contacting foster organiztions and so far everyone is full. They told me they would keep trying, but that I really needed to pray for this dog. Poor puppy