Life isn’t perfect for most. I got my dog from my neighbor in an apartment building. Poor fella was originally a rescue from an abusive situation and the neighbors that gave him to me had him for less than a year and moved and couldn’t bring him and rarely took the poor guy out for walks so he would shit in the house because the wife was a stoner and put him in a crate half the time (I didn’t find all this out until they gave us the dog).
I always offered to walk him for free when I would see them because I didn’t have a dog at the time and I loved him. I feel bad about not having a yard for him to run in and I’m not able to afford all the vet care he needs but he’s up to date on his shots and we cook for him everyday because he was vomiting constantly.
He was underweight when we got him but he’s a bit of a chonk now since COVID hit and his dad keeps feeding him treats. All the shops and neighbors know him and he’s become an unofficial mascot to a few of those stores. We play with him all the time and I can honestly say he’s the best thing to ever happen to me.