
The Rusty Dog first showed up in our lives a little over a year ago. I was walking out of a movie theater and he was trying to get in. It was pouring rain, he was starving, had a huge wound on his back foot, was collarless, and covered in fleas.
He was a pretty pitiful site.
He seemed very very sweet, a little bit scared, but driven to try to get in and get something to eat.
Even though he was a pitt, and clearly not all together, I wasn't scared to approach him.
My Father and I loaded him in the car and took him home to clean him up and feed him.
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