...is my obsession as of late. Or maybe it's the other way around. He seems to like me, this magnificent beast in a...cage.
What does that do to a dog?
Just what kind of emotional damage has this guy suffered? (Emotional nothing - Just thinking about life in a cage makes my back, neck and wrists ache.) And is it permanent? I had a friend who would only adopt mature (5+ years), severely abused dogs hoping beyond hope she'd rehabilitate them, but could never get them past house training nevermind, in one case, biting.
I also have a human friend who calls the half-way house "boyfriend store." In fact, the father of her bundle of joy spent much of the baby's childhood behind bars. I mention this because maybe there is a divine happiness that redeems any strife that accompanies adopting a previously caged dog.
I dunno. He's mad cute and friendly. But looks aren't everything - certainly not to dogs. (Hmmm...maybe I should ease up on the weight training and have a slice of velvet cake or three.)
Shepherd indeed.
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