The Animal Person Minute: On Abuse of all Kinds
Our photo today features a puncture on Charles’ schnozzle, care of one of the three labs who live behind me who are never walked, and are turned out a handful of times each day to play in a 50′ by 30′ hunk of St. Augustine grass. They are overweight, frustrated dogs, who are dearly loved by people who aren’t meeting their needs. When their owners go to dinner, they howl the entire time (from their locked kennels in the kitchen). I’ve bought my neighbors books, I’ve volunteered to take the dogs to a sanctuary or find them homes elsewhere, and I’ve asked for a key to their house so I can spend time with the dogs or walk them when their owners aren’t home. . . .