I hate animal abusers. I have two dogs. We rescued them instead of buying them from pet stores. Here are their stories:
Bella is my female fawn boxer. She was born in a puppy mill. She was born with a snout longer than most boxers, so she and her mother were abandoned on the side of the road with no food or water. A teenage girl found them and took them home, but Bella and her mom had to be put up for adoption since the girl already had 3 dogs. My family and I adopted her, and to this day she still tries to bury her food to keep it away from Muggles, my other dog.
Muggles is a male american bulldog boxer mix, and he is white with fawn spots. He was found wandering the streets of Philadelphia, with a tail bent in many places like it had been run over. He was put into foster care with a woman who was fostering 4 other dogs, and we adopted him. Everybody is scared of him because he looks scary and makes noises like a turkey. We love him, and when we got in the car to take him home, he jumped up on the back seat and sat on my lap. By the way, he's over 80 pounds of love.
I think Muggles' tail was broken on purpose by someone, because it looks like it. Also, we think he was beaten by a police officer's baton (the black stick thing) because he's scared to death of my clarinet.
If I see that commercial, I automatically change the channel. I HATE it.