I rub the soft spot between a dog meat trade survivors eyes,gently telling them they are now and forever safe.I close my eyes and envision this is every dog that died so viciously and painfully in the hell of the meat trade,that they are experiencing this peace and softness.It seems inconsequential, pointless,until you’ve done it, until a white tosa starts to dream standing up. Brad.
Ali,a Walker Coonhound rescued with my Boomer and Zelda,amongst others from rural Ohio misery.Chained amongst her own waste,fleas,disease,sweltering heat and frigid cold,she was part of
Lemon,a lemon colored Walker hound from North Carolina in a high kill shelter overwhelmed with unwanted dogs,strays,surrenders.With a lot of help,I managed to get her
5 years ago I helped my rescuer Melisa in South Korea,empty 2 dog meat farms,over 100 puppies and some adult breeding moms.Most of those dogs