So Pel (My Grandparents' Dog) started off life in an absolute hellhole. He was abused, and if you were to feel his ribs right along his spine, there are two dents in them. The animal rescuers believed he was a Runner dog (Meant to be chased and likely harmed) and he was going through numerous pet shelters. Nobody seemed to want him mainly because of how timid and scared of everyone he was. They were planning on moving him to Oregon, where he could have been euthanized, but my grandparents were in Texas at the time, looking for a new dog. They saw him and immediately wanted him. After all the papers were over and done with, my grandparents took him home to Minnesota.
When they went over to pet him, he didn't act like was going to be pet. He FLINCHED, meaning that he was likely slapped a lot. Eventually though he warmed up to them, and now me and my brothers as well. Nowadays he is the most spoiled dog in town. He is the only dog I know of that gets his own bowl of ice cream for dessert!
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