I have a habit of taking strays pitbulls off the street, this one, Rosco, in particular captured my heart. When I rescued him from being tied up on a pole, the look in his eyes (as you can see in the first picture) he was sad, scared, hopeless. He didn’t know how to play with any toys, and he was emaciated and had really bad bleeding gums.
By the time I had found him a loving home, he had gained weight, hope and happiness returned to his eyes and he knew how to play with one toy. He would wag his tail and jump up on me and wrap his legs around me as if hugging me. He was such a sweet sweet boy, I don’t understand how any one could’ve left him to die.