This is Fresia!!! A typical rescue dog / Un perro típico de rescate

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This is Fresia!!! A typical rescue dog / Un perro típico de rescate

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Amazon CARES (Community Animal Rescue, Education and Safety) at www.amazoncares.org rescues dogs in all shapes and sizes. Usually, they suffer from malunitrion, parasites, and bad cases of mange. However, these conditions are easily treatable. Following treatment, rescue dogs are usually MORE affectionate and MORE loyal to their new owners.

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Rescatamos perros en todo forman y calibran. Generalmente, ellos sufren del malunitrion, los parásitos y los casos malos de sarna. Estas condiciones son fácilmente tratables, sin embargo. El tratamiento siguiente, perros de recue son generalmente más cariñosos y más leales a sus dueños nuevos.

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22 comments on “This is Fresia!!! A typical rescue dog / Un perro típico de rescate

  1. the poem is so sad.
    anyhow. I’m so glad this dog survived. She looks very happy

  2. fαяfuℓfεяиїε ~ Sorry so busy

    Disposable

    I was born in the summer a few years ago;
    Quite why I was born I never will know.
    Some folks owned my mother; decided to breed …
    No reason I know of except for their greed.
    I know I was hungry, I know I was cold
    And they sold me quite early, at just five weeks old.
    Owners number one seemed friendly at first
    And life was quite good, until my bubble burst.
    They started to argue; their marriage split up
    And in went the ad, for sale 4 month pup.
    Some more folks arrived, the next ones in line …
    They treated me kindly, and life was just fine.
    But the master dropped dead, and she couldn’t cope
    So they sold me again as I began to lose hope.
    I now had a new home up in the sky …
    We went up the lift, fourteen floors high.
    The new folks were kind, but they left me all day.
    I was busting to pee, and had no where to play.
    It was boredom, I think, when I chewed up that chair.
    They agreed I should go, but it just wasn’t fair.
    The next home was good and I thought this was it …
    They started to show, and I won … well … a bit.
    Then somebody told them that I had "no bone,"
    And in went the ad, for sale to good home.
    The next lot were dreadful … they wanted a guard,
    But I didn’t know that … although I tried hard.
    One night they got burgled and I didn’t bark,
    Tied up in that shed, alone in the dark.
    For four months I lay in that cold dark shed
    With only an old paper sack for a bed,
    A small dish of water all slimy and green …
    The state I was in, well, it had to be seen.
    I longed for some help, for an end to the pain,
    Then some new people came, and I went off again.
    So now I’m with rescue, and this home is good! There are walks in the country and lots of good food …
    There are kisses and cuddles to greet me each day
    And I dread the time that they send me away.
    But for now here I stand, skin and bone, on all fours …
    PLEASE!!! Don’t let this happen to any of yours.

    ~~unknown

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