I hate hearing what dogs like him have been through.
I love hearing how they’re in a much better situation.
My dog, Loki, is a 4 year old pit bull who was left in a crate for 16-18 hours a day the first 8 months of his life. I hug the shit out of him and cuddle him as much as I can because I know he loves it and it makes him happy. Although he had it rough before my wife and I got him, I’m determined to give him the best life I can because he deserves it.
Edit: Oh wow. Thanks for the upvotes everyone!
/u/shittymorph I used to have you RES tagged as "hell in a Cell" but ever since you first posted Scooby, [I have you marked down as "Savior of Puppy."](https://imgur.com/a/iRBle
just wanted you to know that while you might be INFAMOUS for the hell in a cell ordeal, you are FAMOUS for your actions IRL. just wanted you to know.
I adopted my dog from a shelter near me. She's a Carolina dog and was abused before I got to her. The shelter workers told me that she when they found her, she was in a trash bag, malnourished, and afraid of every human.
They said they couldn't get anywhere near her run at the shelter with a plastic bag, windbreaker, or anything that made the sound of plastic bags.
For the first two months I had her, she would only sleep on my kitchen and bathroom floors -- hard, cold, tile. I had to teach her that it was okay to get on the couch, on the bed, etc. It was as if soft, comfortable surfaces were completely unknown to her. And anytime grocery bags or trash bags came out, she was gone, shaking under the bed.
I adopted her right after getting out of a 5-year relationship in a bad way. She and I both rehabilitated from that, and she helped me just as much or more than I helped her. She's been there for me through law school, bar exam, 4 jobs, 3 houses, and 3 cities. I remember her sleeping under my desk for 2.5 months every day that I studied for the bar exam, never leaving my side -- my constant companion.
Now, 5 years later, she's still skittish around strange men, but once you're in her circle of trust, she's an endless source of kisses and love. She sleeps in my bed with me every night, loves the couch, her toys, and her huge (5' wide) dog bed. She's learned to love other dogs (especially her cousin dogs), the dog park, and her favorite hedgehog toy (the only one she hasn't destroyed).
She's so smart and very protective of me and has been an awesome addition to my life. She's my ride or die and I love her so much. I can't even think about the day that I'll have to say goodbye.
Please adopt from a shelter if you have the opportunity. Sometimes the dogs with scars bring some baggage, but you'll find that you get a hefty return on what you put into an animal like that. I sure have.
TL;DR: My shelter adoptee dog is my ride-or-die down-ass bitch.