I went to meet with a customer about a fence today and they had the sweetest , cutest little puppy. real cute, quiet, but playfull. I told them that I thought that was the sweetest little thing and they proceeded to tell me its story. I seems that he was jogging in Shawnee park and heard it in a trash barrel. Some skumbag piece of dirt less than a human being ( my words, not his) had crammed this little dog in a cardboard box and tossed him in the trash. He took the dog home with the intention of taking it to the pound the next day, but took it to the vet the next morning because it cried pitiful all night. It turns out that the rat turd that dumped the dog had apparently kicked it and broke its little jaw before it got boxed and trashed. It took 3 weeks for its jaw to heal. Poor little dog is only a foot long and 8 inches tall now, but as cute as it can be and has the sweetest personality. I cannot comprehend how someone could throw that little dog in a trash barrel like that. At least it has a good democrat loving home now. It seems like I have run into a lot of little puppies this year but this is just the sweetest, cutest little dog. I just can't understand it. 
