Bitch frowned, but she didn’t refuse me. “This is Sirius. He was bought as a puppy for some twelve year old, then grew too big and unruly to stay in the house. He was caged outside and ignored, his nails grew too long, and he wound up with an infection in his foot. They decided it was easier to leave him at a shelter than pay for medical care. Since he wasn’t trained or socialized, he came off too wild and excitable to get adopted. I got him in the week he was due to get put down.”
Aww.
Well, at the very least, a shelter is better than just abandoning him in the wild like way too many people (that Rachel would hate) would do. Though apparently this particular shelter was a bit inept, given the whole medication issue.
“That’s fucked up,” I looked at Sirius, who was sleeping. “How do you know the story?”
That’s… actually a really good question. Is Tattletale involved, or did Rachel just straight up track down the former owners and get it directly from them?
“I know some people that volunteer at shelters, from when I used to. They let me know if there’s a dog that deserves a second chance. Not that many don’t.”
Ah, okay. I guess the shelter folks would know a bit more than I figured about the dog’s backstory.
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