I rescued a German Shepherd that was literally “tumbling down the highway”. He was practically moribund, thin as a whisle, dehidrated and weak. He came here tame as a kitten, slept the first two days. Drank 6 liters of water the first day. And ate a 30 lbs bag of dog food in 4 days.
After that he fortified and started giving back the loving. The thing is, his loving is rough. He thinks he has a butterfly’s touch and he wants to embrace me and hold me and never let me go. The result: bruises all over my arms legs and back. The worst are my arms though. I’ve named him Taz! because he is a lovable demon.
