Remember the little dog (Pooties male twin) that I have written about over the years? The poor little fella chained outside, no straw in his shabbily built box, just enough shade to call it humane and buckets of food and water just out of reach if he should happen to wrap himself around the stake that holds that chain? Well he got off the chain - and he'd been running. We put food and water out for him and had decided that if we did catch him? We weren't going to return him. He was caught by his owner, chained back to the box and the last 2 weeks I've never seen an animal SO depressed in my life. Won't come out of his box, won't even make an attempt to move his head if you make smoochie noise. Nothing - just laid there waiting for death. Last night the mans grandson was at our house riding Dudes 4 wheeler. And before I knew what my heart had spoken my mouth blurted out _"SO do you think your Grandpa would let me have that spotted dog?" And the boy said without hesitation "YES I know he would. He's been wanting to SELL him but no one offered any money." OMG you would die if you saw this waif of a creature. The boy left and returned moments later with the dog we've been calling Dr. Kimball - the fugitive (on the run - lol) and I have never EVER seen a smellier, dirtier, skinnier, scared, flea ridden, tic having, open wound, completely red raw rearended, bone countable pup in my life. And he's such a poor soul. He's never played, he has no clue. He's never gotten a biscuit, or a bacon treat or chew sticks. I had to practically beg him to take hamburger out of my hand. So Dr. Kimball and I retired to the bathroom and I scrubbed and rinsed, and scrubbed and rinsed to the point of him having spots! He is white NOT gray dapple - White - JUST LIKE POOTIE. We got out of the bath, got the tics off him, got some Kaopectate in him because of that raw hind end and the horrid gas from eating only scraps - no kibble. I'm sure he has worms, but you can count EVERY single vertebrae in his back, see his hip bones and all his ribs. His poor little belly drew up when touched. After the bath? He got a blow dry and just laid there submissive like he did in the tub - (after the initial OH NO YOU DO NOT STAY HERE IN THE TUB). Then after drying we went out the door and he shivered and shook like he was saying "OH GOD I KNEW IT BACK TO THE COLD." His surprise was shown in his eyes when we set up the gigantic crate complete with blanket of his own, food, water and snacks - eventually we got his trust enough for him to go in and out and that's where he spent the night - not cold, not shivering and me and DF not wondering if we'd wake up and drive by the neighbors house and see a dead dog. Pootie thinks he's neat - she is quite the little Ambassador. He's boxer and Dalmation mix near as I can tell. They called him a pitbull - but not. So if anyone is looking for a great dog - we'll be working with him and getting him shots and hopefully neutered - tending to his wounds (think he got hit by a car or kicked and beaten) and no - we're not calling the ASPCA - they don't do anything - they didn't even make this man put straw in the box - WE went and bought it remember? Ugh. But for now - Dr. Kimball has been captured, and found innocent and lovely hearted.