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Originally Posted by The Bid
Pshew, you must be on the wrong side of Akron honey. Old Akron is alright, the other side of Akron is bullet proof vest city
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We're definitely not living the high life in the actor housing- the housing is fine, but the area is definitely run down. There's a house with a sign outside that says, "Need food and medicine." And other homes being sold at auction.
A friend of a friend is now looking into a shelter in Middletown, NY. It'll still be a seven-hour-drive for me each way, but whatever; he deserves a chance. Fingers crossed they can take him- everywhere else so far has been filled up.
Mera- we've been checking Craigslist to see if anyone has listed him as lost, but he was in violation of just about every law regarding pit bulls in Akron- in Akron pit bulls must have a special color collar, be on a metal leash not more than six feet in length and walked by a person of appropriate size to handle them. If not being walked they must be indoors, or in a completely enclosed outdoor pen. And, of course, tatoos and ear chips and licenses and vaccine tags, none of which I see on him anywhere. He was wearing a wide nylon black collar, and a second narrow red one that was too small for him, tied to a short nylon leash that was further tied to a piece of clothesline. And unneutered and a boy. Sigh. If he wasn't dumped, then whoever owned him was doing it illegally.
Well, here's hoping for Middletown for our fella. My husband has dubbed him Copernicus, as he's not perhaps the sharpest tool in the shed (my husband likes him the ironic names). But he sits on command and has just about figured out "lie down." He's gone from being terrible about going in a crate to being a good boy about it and during a walk didn't even growl at a mini poodle that raced right up to him and snapped and snarled. And oh, does he love people. Alpha dog he ain't.
Thanks for your thoughts, guys. This has been really frustrating so far- the only good part of it is the dog himself.
Tomorrow I start trying to find a vet to get him shots and take off the family jewels. And praying that I'm in a car on Monday, cursing about a 14-hour round trip.