Today, I met a lost and exhausted pittie in the back alley of our home. Ears cropped, wounds on his face, and hungry - I think he managed to escape from somewhere where he was being forced to fight or was being used as a bait dog.
Got him out of the alley somehow, and he followed me all the way to the porch. Gave him some food/water (Jedi didn't mind too much), and got him to the Chicago animal rescue on Western Ave. On the way there, I was worried that he was going to try to come into the front passenger seat or do something abnormal, but he curled up on the dog bed I keep in the backseat and fell quickly asleep out of just sheer exhaustion.
There are people who have hurt him, and yet this little guy followed me home with trust in his eyes and so much sweetness in his doggy smile. I hope he's resting well tonight and that he finds a home that deserves him soon.
and lastly, may those that hurt him find a special level of hellfire reserved for people cruel to animals.