People ask me "What do you do?" And I tell them.......I am a Rescuer. And again they ask....."yes.....but what do you DO?" I am the one who walks through animal shelters, looking at cage after cage, knowing I can only bring one home with me, and the others will probably die. I am the one who goes to the local vets office and watches with a sick heart while he cuts a collar off a dog that is so grown into his flesh that it isn't visible anymore. I am the one who takes in the hopeless, the unwanted, the aggressive, the shy, the sick.....the ones who got too big or are too excited or just too much work. I sit for hours trying to save every lost soul, and crying when the shelter manager calls me to tell me that they couldn't wait, that puppy was gassed this morning. I'm the lunatic who rants at the back yard breeders who fill the shelters in the first place! I'm hated at pet stores nationwide for telling customers what puppy mills are. I will break into your car on a summer day if you were stupid or heartless enough to leave your dog locked in it while you went shopping. I cringe when I see men walking pit bulls down the streets on chains with studded harness'...because I know it is images like that that give the ABPT such a bad name. I fight for every dog......no matter the breed or age. I Rescue.
