Jan 21, 2021
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.
