| Description | Portia was with my boyfriend at the time, while I was out of town for a week. I got some email from a few friends telling me that both my dogs were not being cared for and were running the streets and I needed to come get them. When I finally was able to get there I found my little dog but was told that somebody took my big dog. And that he was taking care of her. But then someone I had told my story to had recognised my dog with this guy who had taken her, he tells me she was full of fleas and starving skinny and had slashes and bite from being in a dog fight, one wound was a bite to her leg all the way down to the bone. And that he took her for a little while, had no way to contact me. And couldn't keep her where he lives no pets allowed. So he says she ended up with a family and says they are caring for her (up the hill) but that they don't know that I even exist. I don't know where up the hill is. And I need to find my poor dog. I miss her so much. |
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