Among our errands today, der Brucer and I stopped at a pet grooming shop called "Wag and Wash," to check on what their deal is with a rabies shots clinic tomorrow. We were greeted by the owner and her current "rescue," a white pit bull named Angel. Both were friendly as can be, but particularly Angel, who gave us a thorough sniff-over and licks, her tail constantly wagging to beat the band.
Angel doesn't have much left to her ears, and her lips have been torn off. Whoever had her before was using her as a training dog, a target for teaching other pit bulls how to be monsters. She is scarred physically, but has responded well to love and affection.
As it is, the woman running the store also runs a small kennel. If der Brucer and I have to leave town for any reason, I think we've found a good person to take care of our pack.