One of the dogs I fell in love with on the hunt for what turned out to be Otis. Dozer was in the worst pound I've ever seen, in Longview, WA in the very back cell in what must have been death row. Someone had cut his ears all the way off with what appeared to be rusty scissors. He had been in there for months and was going crazy, chewing himself, losing hair, very thin. By the time I met him he was a LOT worse than in this photo. I don't like to preach about what others should do, but I have to say here that every time someone buys or breeds another dog and forgoes adopting one in need of a home, another dog like this, or like Otis, gets put to sleep.
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Or Jackers, save the crazy dogs! It totally bums me out when my friends buy or breed dogs. There is usually long uncomfortable periods with no talking until I forgive them for being such losers.
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