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Once, a couple of summers ago, I was out walking around the neighborhood and a little white pitbull puppy came bounding out of the bushes at me. This was before I had a dog of my own, and I was initially excited because, omg puppy! And omg, maybe a stray puppy I can keep! She was incredibly sweet and wiggly and I picked her up and carried her around for a bit, looking to see if any people were around who she may belong to. There was a family outside barbecuing just a couple of houses down from where the pup came running out from, so I approached them and asked them if she belonged to them. The guy hesitated for a minute, which threw me off, but before I could say or do anything, he said, "Oh hey, Diamond, we've been looking for her", so I set the puppy down and she went wiggling up to the guy, so I figured all was well. Then, as I was walking away, I saw a different man, younger and much taller/bigger/not the nicest looking guy, carrying the puppy across the street by the scruff of her neck to his car. I still feel guilty about that to this day. I walked around that area for the next few months hoping to see that dog and know that she was alright, but I never found her again. I hope she wasn't abused or neglected by that guy, I hope that she actually belonged to them and wasn't just some poor lost puppy that I sent off to the slaughterhouse unknowingly. I'm sorry puppy, wherever you are I hope that you are ok..
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# ¿ Apr 6, 2014 22:12 |
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