If only. As it happens, my hands are rather full at the moment with an ailing old pit bull, mom's little lamb, small enough to hold in one hand when I got him way back when and good lord how this dog has always loved food. He has never not wanted to eat. Right now I would give a toe to see him perk up at the thought of dinner. [Chicken, yum! Sure you don't want a lick...?]
So yeah, it kills me that of the 114 dogs confiscated from some ass clown in Jacksonville, 90 are dead and gone: put to sleep at the pound. I hope those pups find good homes. Oh, my little man, I remember when you were that size.



