Thank you for taking him in. I rescued a blue Doberman from the pound that was abused pretty bad. He's got scars all over his back, and every time you pick so much as a fly swatter up, he bolts into the next room, shaking. I can't imagine how anyone could look into an innocent animals eyes and decide to beat them. There's a special place in Hell for these people,I believe. Dogs are THE definition of unconditional lave. Here's our big baby. His name is PeeWee
Beside him is our 12 year old female,Lacy. She has the equivalent of breast cancer for dogs, and is not long for this world I'm afraid. Love all of them dearly.
Even though, as you can tell by the pictures, they have destroyed our back yard. It's worth it,imo.