My new dog

Today was somewhat of a difficult day for me; but I ended up with another good friend, in the end. I rescued Scooter from a difficult situation , but that's really not even what's bothering me so much. It's what I left behind there, that's bothering me.

Poor Scooter hasn't ever been in a car, for a walk, on a leash, to the vet, had a bath, had his nails done, or anything else that dogs should be able to have regularly. He's somewhere between 10 and 13 years old, and he's in pain.

Scooter has an abscessed tooth, which created a big sore on his face, that was not taken care of- and became infected. He's got horribly infected ears; and his teeth are awful. The pain in his mouth keeps him from eating. He's been eating Kibbles and bits, and everybody knows how much I love to feed my dogs Kibbles and Bits (Rolling my eyes...). He's got worms, and quite a few other things wrong with him, as well.

Now, Scooter has been to the vet, got lots of medicine, had a nice, warm bath, and is chilling here with us. He can be Archie's new big brother! So far they're doing pretty good together.

I knew I'd never have a young dog... And I don't care a bit!





What I left behind, was what bothered me more. Chained, Hungry, starving for attention and love Pit Bulls. And a Baby Pit bull. I'll never forget those dogs, or what I saw there. The same damn thing as last time.