Ammo was thrown over the back fence of the Humane Society when he was barely four months old. Puppy abuse and eight months in the shelter has left him a bit twitchy, to say the very least. He is happily part of my pack now, and learning to trust. I hope that Ammo, in the words of Dean Koontz can find that, "... hatred and anger are only scars upon a beach, while love is the rolling surf that ceaselessly smooths the sand."
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