you are absolutely right to have posted it , because while the level of depravity has increased a hundred fold in our increasingly pathetic world - there are still good and caring people out here, and exposure is the way to fight this kind of evil, not hiding it away. Thanks for sharing this story! And definitely, hugs to our furkids!

Coopsdad

It is beyond me how someone can mistreat an animal that wants only to make us happy.  If we were more "dog" the world would be a whole lot better.

My name is Dakota and I am a survivor like Patrick. When my people found me, I looked very much like Patrick. I was about 5 or 6 months old, and as an adult I was destined to weigh 80-83 pounds. But at 5 or 6 months old, I weighed only 12 pounds.

When I was found, I was very sick and about to die from dehydration and malnutrition. I was lucky because my family were on vacation and took a wrong turn.
They saw me, and my Man stopped the car when I walked out the brush and
into the road. I say I am alive because someone stopped their car.

My Woman sat in the road with me in her lap and cried. I thought she would never stop crying. But when I see Patrick, I think I understand her tears.

I went to a vet on the way to my new home and got some care. Once I was home, I had to be fed 6 times a day because I was too weak to eat more than a couple of spoons of food at a time. People sat beside me and put bits of food into my mouth.They dribbled water into my mouth, too.

After living with my new family for 2 weeks, I doubled my weight, minus a pound. I went from 12 to 23 pounds in 14 days. And it was hard work, but I wanted to survive. I had many, many v-e-t visits, and they were painful. But I endured.

Now I am a cancer survivor. I have 3 legs. I don't care. I am the real Survivorman.

When I look at Patrick, I see myself. If I can do it, so can he.

Love to Patrick, from Dakota

I live right near Newark, unfortunately.  Sounds basically like a drug addict had a dog and was too strung out to feed it.  The treatment of the dog sadly wasn't a huge surprise.  That it survived did. 

Shoot, Dakota ain't that special. He is an awful food thief, and I mean awful. Even I don't steal like he does.

Now Patrick, he will go far. I can tell. He has a will to live and he will be adored by whatever family is lucky enough to invite him in. If you tell me who did this to Patrick, I will bite them in the privates. Remember, I'm a bulldog. I was made for latching on, shaking hard, digging in with my back legs and not letting go. Ever.

You know, our family's ok, but damn is my mama strict! There are so many things she has made me stop doing, like clawing those holes in the drywall and peeing on Dakota's bed. So I don't think these people are that great.

Evelyn