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heatherrae
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When I was about 10 or 11 I had a very mean step-father. He brought home roosters and dogs sometimes, but my mom did not allow him to keep them at our house. He occassionally did that stuff, and I used to cry and beg him not to hurt animals.
One day during summer break he brought home a pit bull and tied it up outside. He warned me that NO ONE could go near that dog. It was a trained fighting dog and extremely dangerous. My parents left for the day, and I watched the dog out the window. It was hot, and no one had left the poor thing any food or water. So, I tiptoed out to the dog and gave it food and water very cautiously. Then, I patted him and he looked so relieved. When my parents came home, I was out in the yard snuggled up taking a nap with the dog.
I begged them to let me keep the dog and not to hurt it. I got beaten and the dog got shot.
Some people just don't have a heart. There is something fundamentally wrong with them.
One day during summer break he brought home a pit bull and tied it up outside. He warned me that NO ONE could go near that dog. It was a trained fighting dog and extremely dangerous. My parents left for the day, and I watched the dog out the window. It was hot, and no one had left the poor thing any food or water. So, I tiptoed out to the dog and gave it food and water very cautiously. Then, I patted him and he looked so relieved. When my parents came home, I was out in the yard snuggled up taking a nap with the dog.
I begged them to let me keep the dog and not to hurt it. I got beaten and the dog got shot.
Some people just don't have a heart. There is something fundamentally wrong with them.