September 13th 2009 3:56 pm
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My human pal, Annie, is not feeling too well today.
When she took me to live with her, people at the shelter used the words "bait dog" when they talked about where I came from. She doesn't know a whole lot about dog fighting, but it didn't sound like something a dog survives--like being a worm on a hook.

This morning, she finally summed up her courage and googled the words "bait dog". She was so upset and horrified by what she saw and read JUST ON THE SEARCH ENGINE PAGE, she had to close the browser window. She was kinda shaky and looking a little white in the face--like she was gonna throw up. She had a hard time wrapping her head around the thought of people being so brutal...so gruesome...SO SICK!

I know they can. I lived it for 6 years. Back then, I didn't know any other kind of life. At first they only wanted me for my uterus--I was nothing more to them than a puppy machine. But after 10 or 12 litters (I've lost count), my body just couldn't do it any more. So they filed down my front teeth, tied me up out in the weeds with no food or water and waited for the next time they would need a "bait dog". Fortunately, that day never came. Cuz, ya see, you don't survive being a bait dog. They ARE a worm on a hook, but that's putting it nicely.

Now I'm here with my foster pal. She is very sad and very, very angry by what she read and saw in the horrible pictures. She came and sat down next to me, gave me a big hug, told me she loved me and promised me I would always be safe with her.

She also mentioned something about a shotgun and finding the A**HOLE that I used to live with...