02/20/2023
The other day I was on my way in town and saw a truck on the side of the road, doors open, and a guy going from side to side with a dog as he fed it, keeping it off the highway and trying to get it to his truck. I pulled over to see how I could help. I guess I must have smelled enough like dog that almost immediately the dog was eating out of my hand. I was able to get a make shift leash on her. My gut instinct was to keep her but I know I'm not in a position to take on another dog right now. The guy said he was going to take her to the LaSPCA and since they gave me Teddy I let it go at that. When I got the little girl in the truck, the lady (who was unable to get out to try to help) told me I was a good person. Without even thinking I replied, nope. I'm just crazy about dogs.
I'm just thankful they saw her and tried to do something in the first place. She was a young Pitbull type dog, maybe 6/8 months old. Skin and bones. Who knows how she got there or how long she'd been in the literal middle of nowhere.
The craziest part of the whole thing was that this fell almost 15 years to the date that I found Jack - at the same age, in the same shape, etc.
It all just reminded me that dogs are my purpose. I might not be able to keep them all, but I can certainly help in anyway that presents itself. And while my little Etsy shop is still just getting started I hope to be able to grow it to place that allows me to pay it forward, giving to rescues and such.
After all, All Dogs are Special but Pitbulls Have My Heart.