I work for the Department of Alcohol and Drug Programs in Sacramento. Good job, nice folks, maybe we do stuff that helps people have better lives -- I hope so. There are people here who volunteer as part of their lives.
One woman does charity work for the Front Street Pound. Place used to be a high-kill shelter. It was so bad that they had to put the employees through constant counseling sessions because they were killing something like a 50 dogs, cats, and etc. a day. Now they have done a 180 and are doing their best to place as many animals in homes as possible.
Yesterday the woman in question stopped by and with her was a puppy up for adoption -- probably four months old. It was a pit bull, wagged its tail to beat the band lick you hand, the whole nine yards.
Eighty percent of its ears were gone. In an attempt to make the ears stand up like a bad-ass fighting dog, the previous "owner cut the ears off with scissors. They are far too short and are uneven, just ragged.
It's sights like that that make me go home and count my Mosin Nagants and pray for forgiveness in my heart. Because if I found the bastard who did that, I'm sure I would return the favor. Damn, it's easy to hate human beings sometimes.
One woman does charity work for the Front Street Pound. Place used to be a high-kill shelter. It was so bad that they had to put the employees through constant counseling sessions because they were killing something like a 50 dogs, cats, and etc. a day. Now they have done a 180 and are doing their best to place as many animals in homes as possible.
Yesterday the woman in question stopped by and with her was a puppy up for adoption -- probably four months old. It was a pit bull, wagged its tail to beat the band lick you hand, the whole nine yards.
Eighty percent of its ears were gone. In an attempt to make the ears stand up like a bad-ass fighting dog, the previous "owner cut the ears off with scissors. They are far too short and are uneven, just ragged.
It's sights like that that make me go home and count my Mosin Nagants and pray for forgiveness in my heart. Because if I found the bastard who did that, I'm sure I would return the favor. Damn, it's easy to hate human beings sometimes.