Meet Bob Marley- Another Case of Abuse

A call came in from CSB-Citizen’s Service Bureau- of a “dog we think or something”.

Off I went and when I got to the south side a woman pointed to the direction of an empty house as if she was pointing towards an alien that just landed. My curiosity was WAY up. I headed back to the house and what I saw shocked me. A giant matted flea infested pretty sure a dog. After some hotdogs and a gentle kiss on my hand, I knew it was a dog that was so neglected and starved ….my heart sunk.

I immediately named him Bob Marley and asked in a calm tone, “Can I pick you up and take you to the land of more hotdogs.” He knew I was one of the good guys. When I picked him up he weighed nothing.

At the shelter I pulled out the clippers and it was pretty amazing to see the hair come off in one piece. Once the hair came off, Bob couldn’t stop wagging his tail….his tail is still wagging. Welcome to Stray Rescue Mr. Marley….we love you already!