Sooo, a while ago I discovered this skinny dog that I named Chance. (Good name, no?)
Well, anyways, he belongs to my cousin, who we get hay from. The past to times we went and got hay, I've jumped the fence (lol, it sounds so bad) and went to visit Chancerz. Sooo, I fed him (I bring my own dog food) and groomed him a bit and his owner comes over and says "Oh, great. You fed him, he hasn't been fed in two days." I'm like "Um... is that a joke?" So ya, I'm pretty pissed. One of his horses had to be put down because it was too skinny. The sad part is, it's not even his dog. It's his son's. One day, he decided he didn't want the dog anymore and