A Blind Pitbull’s Last Stand in a Lonely Pipe Under a Hill
The dog lay curled in a pipe, trembling. His world was dark, his body broken. Fear clung to him like dust. The pitbull, thin as a shadow, pressed himself deeper into the cold metal. A mountain road stretched above, empty, silent. He was alone, abandoned, his head wound seeping, his eyes useless. Hunger gnawed at …