
Originally Posted by
bigrich4
One day in Oakland, me and some friends were walking down the street, and some ghetto a$$ guy walked up to us and said"ya'll want a dog?" I was only 18 with no job or anything, so I was like "what kinda dog?" well, it was a pitbull, real banged up, skinny as a stick, with all ribs showing, real bad mange, i mean so bad there was only hair on the head and alittle on the front legs, fresh bite wounds, a choke chain on that was to small, so it was digging in the neck. He brought it out and I thought to myself this is one ugly dog, bloody hairless pitbull, he said her name was Misery, I'm thinking she lost a fight so it was either give her away or kill her. So I thought I better take it so some other piece of crap gets it and fights her, or he just kills her. He gave me a piece of rope to loop through her choke chain and I got home and had to use bolt cutters to get the choke chain off. Not sure if you guys know but used motor oil gets rid of mange, so in about 2 weeks she was covered in fur, and she had real nice marking, she was brindle with white on her chest and up her face. I thought, this is such a sweet dog, she never even barked at anyone, people were all around her now. One day though I was walking her down the street and some guy had his dog off the leash and it came up to her and she istantly grabbed it and started shaking it violently, I was like damn, well tahts what shes used to doing. But with peiople she was great. We even s=changed her name to Daisy instead of Misery, the name just didnt fit her anymore because she wasnt in Misery anymore. she plumped up and was happy all the time, unless a dog got close to her ofcourse then she did what she had been doing her whole life. I loved her and shes dead now, we never knew how old she was, but we had her 5 years before she died. She stayed in the backyard and my ex girlfriends grandmother took care of her mostly and she was real sad when she died