I have a LONG day ahead of me. I need to go a town over and rescue the puppers from what I now believe to be an abusive situation then drive another 2 hours to his new foster home. If it means saving this dog’s life then I would probably drive to the ends of the world. He’s, how do I put it? He’s a grand-fur-baby. My baby is his mommy.
Today’s prompt couldn’t resonate more with me. I feel immense guilt for allowing this innocent pup to be treated and live like this.