Star, you better not read any further! I know how you are about these things - me too! Wouldn't want you heading for Tennessee with a baseball bat! This is another reason why I sometimes like animals a lot better than people! I brought a new little boy Boston to my house last night - he's a 'temp'. I'm sort of his foster mom till next Saturday. Last Sunday someone on my dog board posted a link to a Petfinder listing about a little boy Boston in a kill shelter - in MY home town! Needless to say, I spent all day Sunday and most of Monday emailing and making phone calls. Turns out that our little local shelter is so over run with dogs that the volunteers and shelter workers have been taking as many of them as they can manage home with them! Luckily, he wasn't actually in the shelter but at the home of one of the workers. And yesterday afternoon I met the volunteer from the Humane Society, paid the adoption fee, and took this sweet little boy home with me! They're been calling him "Trace". They called him that because about three weeks ago he was found wandering in the Natchez Trace State Park and turned over to the Humane Society. No one has claimed him and no one has been looking for him. When he was found, the skin on the pads of his feet was peeled back and raw ... they think he had been tossed from a moving car and hit the pavement hard! He had a horrific eye injury that was so severe that he was already sick from it and would have died if it wasn't treated. He was taken to the vet who said it was the worst eye injury he had ever seen. His eye couldn't be saved and had to be removed. It's closed with big ugly wire 'stitches' now. He almost died from the anesthesia - Bostons sometimes have problems with it, but he pulled through. He was also neutered, heart worm tested, wormed and got all his shots. His little feet were treated and he was given big doses of antibiotics. He's underweight from not eating for so long, but he'll gain it back in time. And yesterday he came to live with me for a while. Now he has his own little crate to sleep in, a soft new blanket, a collar and leash and some toys of his own. This is an absolutely beautiful little dog! Someone paid a lot of money for this little guy! He feels much better now and he's been zipping through my house playing and having a really good time. He's a tiny little boy, not over 15 pounds. He certainly knows what to do with toys. And he walks nicely on a leash and so far he appears to be housebroken. He doesn't have as many 'issues' as I figured he would after all he's been through. The only thing I've noticed is that if you reach toward his head to pet him he cringes, but then when he sees that you aren't going to hurt him, he relaxes. He's a total little love, such a sweet boy, very gentle, and just wants to be played with and loved. And he has all of the Boston goofiness genes. Next Saturday morning we're going to the vet to have his stitches out and pick up his medical records. Then Saturday afternoon we're driving to a town 30 miles away to meet a lady from one of the Boston Terrier rescue groups who will help him find his forever family. She said they already had one family who is very interestred in him. The rescue groups are very selective and screen the applicants very thoroughly, even make home visits and get vet refeences, so I know he will find the good, loving family he deserves. It will kill me to give him up. It will break my heart but I just can not handle or afford to care for four dogs - I'm pushing the limits with my three. And he deserves to have a family all his own. But here comes the rant ... HOW COULD SOMEONE DO THAT TO THAT BEAUTIFUL, HELPLESS, TINY LITTLE DOG!!! What kind of an inhuman monster could just toss him from a moving car like he was garbage and then just drive off and leave him there to die? I can't even imagine the pain he was in or how afraid he must have been. Makes me sick to think about it! Animal abuse should be A FELONY, not a slap on the wrist! I told the Humane Society volunteer that I don't think I could ever do what they do! I simply could not deal with the anger that I would feel towards anyone who could do something like that to an animal! Every time I look at that sweet beautiful little guy with big, ugly stitches where his right eye used to be, it just makes me want to cry! If they didn't want him, they could have turned him over to rescue. Or they could have taken him to a shelter. At least he'd still have his eye! But I think maybe I'm more upset over it than he is ... he seems to be coping very nicely. OK - rant over. I'm off my soapbox. You can resume your previous activities. I'm done now.