I wanted to share with all of you the experience I had last night. A woman called me about 5:30 yesterday afternoon and asked me if I had lost a dog (I had spoken to her last weekend and given her my card and showed her a picture of Tobey) and of course I got all excited and said that I had. She then said, "It's black, right?" Well I was crestfallen of course and she then proceeded to tell me about a black Pitbull that was on her neighbor's porch and they didn't know what do do with it. So, sucker that I am, put my shoes back on and drove over there. When I got there I found a skin and bones black dog with fight scars all over its face huddled up on the porch shivering. I started talking to him and he growled a little, but then let me pet him after he smelled my hand and I had talked nicely to him for a few minutes (and I mean a FEW minutes since I had no coat on and it was about 18 degrees!!). I called Mike and he was sure we would have to call the shelter and have them come and get him and I said I knew that, but wanted him to evaluate the dog first. I finally got a leash over his head and DRUG him off their porch. As soon as he saw the open door to my van, he walked beautifully on the leash over to the van and got in the back and proceeded to jump on the back seat and huddle in the corner and rub his head on the seat. I drove home and he was fine and then refused to get out of the van, so I went in the house and got a bowl of food and he devoured 3 cups of premium dog food in about 1 minute and a half. I finally had to drag him again out of the van and into the house. He growled quietly at Mike for a minute and then sidled up to him. Mike went downstairs and got Tobey's cage and cleaned it up and put a bed and rug in it and a bowl of water. The dog (who we're calling Smokey) walked right in and laid down. He was so dehydrated that he drank 3 BIG bowls of water by 3am. He pooped in the house and it was so dry that it turned to powder when I picked it up. He finally peed sometime this morning because Mike found it when he got up at noon. He really is sweet and we figured that as a fighter, he would be dog aggressive, but Mike introduced Shawna and Jazzy to him and he didn't go after them. We are going to basket muzzle him for awhile to see what happens. He is scared to death, but Mike said today he has started to come out of his shell. I have decided I don't like the human race if there are members that can be that cruel to other living things.
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