My third day out with ACN was, thankfully, pretty calm. A lot of straw and chow going out alongside fliers and information about the upcoming vaccination clinic. It seems that no matter how often you see these animals, your heart never stops feeling it. I'm lucky because I have a filter that goes between the subject and me. It's when I get home and look over the photos from the day that I'm really impacted. That's exactly why I go out.
In the following (and preceding) photo(s) : High-hanging tires too small for swings are a sign of potential dog fighting.
Packing straw for the day, stuffing dog houses, infected eyes, really small cages, really big chains, mange, emaciation, compassion, fright, aggression and happiness.
A couple more things. Sorry, Chris Cornell (Soundgarden/Audio Slave/Temple Of The Dog), the grass isn't greener where the dogs are shitting. And to those who think it's really cool and bad ass to have an enormous chain and lock around your dog's neck...
You're morons. You're filth. You're scum. Period.
Let's see how you would like to have a padlock and 20lbs worth of chain smash against your body every time you need to use the bathroom, clean up, eat, drink or walk.
Back on the streets next weekend.