Oh, my God, no! I looked out the window as one of my neighbors
poured a bucket of water over her fence on a black pit bull. Holy shit, can you
imagine? You've been taken from your home.Your earth shook. You ended up dumped
someplace strange on the side of a road. You're in shock. Your blood pressure
sky rockets, you lie down, just as you begin to calm down and take a sip of
from a water bowl, you’re dowsed with five gallons of water. The black dog
stepped into the road to shake it off, when the older lady clapped her
hands.
This dog appears soft, but well fed. He has most probably been
dropped off right where he laid. Dogs and cats most frequently remain at the
drop off point for a long time, not knowing what to do and so terrified at
being up ended like that. Imagine how that feels. And then some asshole pours
water on you.
My hope was that when the pit calmed down, he would follow Blondie
up the hill. He was so stressed he couldn't see straight when I went down
with the water; the water in the bowl for the dog to drink that is.
Anyway, it seemed like a good idea to let the dog get his act together. Who
knew?
I had the feeling she
would buddy with him. He’s gone, not sure where. When I went to the store, I
saw two black pits, so no way to know.
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