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BitterAnon
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I was doing animal (and people, when we found them) rescue in NOLa and the lower parishes after Hurricane Katrina. We basically boated around looking for animals. I was bitten and scratched hundreds of times. Cats, dogs, chickens, ferrets, everything was sickly, hungry, and pissed off. I am pretty sure everyone I met had a dozen stitches by the time they were through.
My worst incident was a big lab/mastiff mix (looked like a lab with a mastiff head, except he was fucking hueg, easily 130lbs before the hurricane) that had either been used in dog fighting or had a cheese grater taken to his face at some point. He had scars and open wounds all over his face, neck, and chest. He was big, loud, angry, probably in pain, and starving. This dog was standing on a roof in Slidell. We were calling him and he wasn't barking or anything, just standing there staring at us, so we pulled up and I climbed onto the roof and held called to him. He just turned and watch. I am pretty good at reading body language on animals, and we were guessing that he was deaf or something, because he wasn't in an aggressive posture at all, wasn't growling or anything. I moved closer to him and was saying things like "Come on good boy lets go for a ride buddy" and smiling and being as happy cheerful and nonthreatening as I could. I got about 10 feet from him and held out my hand for him to sniff, so he came forward, sniffed my hand, and seemed like he was going to be friendly (his stumpy little tail was wagging a little bit). I kinda half turned and yelled back to the boat that I was gonna try and put the leash on him and I guess that was the perfect time to try and get some delicious bitter flesh. (stupid field too long)
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