The first time you see a sketchy and emaciated junkie suddenly fall over like a dead tree, the first time you hear the wet mop-head like smack of his cranium on the cobble stones of an old Spanish city street, when you notice the thick darkness flow from
Meet River, a terrier cross stray picked up wandering the streets of LA. When found he was emaciated, scared and aggressive toward everyone. He was placed in a high kill shelter and deemed “rescue only”. Fortunately someone did rescue him.