My neighbor works with a dog and cat rescue organization. She will go on calls at a moment's notice, and sees things I don't even want to know about. Most of the neglected and abused animals she sees come from the nearby city of Pontiac, hard hit by the economic bad times. Ninety-five percent of the dogs are pit bulls, bred to fight. I neither support nor villify the breed, but I do take a definite stand on the people involved. I despise them. I will spare you the few details I've heard, but you should know that unwanted dogs are often disposed of by having their throats slit. Those are the lucky ones.
Except for the REALLY lucky ones, the ones who cross paths with my neighbor. They get to see a new world with people who care for them instead of abusing them.
We "babysat" one of her rescues today, a nice looking guy awaiting adoption. He spent a few hours in our back yard, just one of those handsome strangers who come through town and set every female heart aquiver. Nikita took one look and suddenly turned into a
girl, all coy and flirtatious. "Oh, please be gentle with me, you big, strong, handsome man." Gag.
I was so embarrassed for her - not exactly the strong type of woman I write about. But it was all an act. When he fell for it, she turned into a feisty little hellcat, with a lot of fake growls and pretend bites. He was swept off his oversized paws, completely smitten. Ah, romance.
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