Gas Station Dog
Everyday I would see her on my way to work.
Her owner was a brutal and cold hearted jerk.
She was his gas station guard dog but I guess not vicious enough
so he would beat and kick her relentlessly, I guess to make her more tuff.
I witnessed this day after day till I just couldn't take it anymore.
I had to do something, that much was sure
and so one evening I went there in the dead of night
and with a pair of bolt cutters, I cut open his fence and rescued her from her plight.
My Tasha Girl has been with me ever since then.
I couldn't ask for a more grateful and devoted friend.
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