Wow well my baby girl Cleo, she was sold to somebody I didn't know. My stepdad sold her. I cried my heart out when I saw her being forced into a car she didn't want to go into and then soon after like a month or two, he kicked us out of the house, kept Cleo's mate Milo who I now have today after getting him back after 3 years of him being neglected, and I'm still heartbroken from it. But during those 3 years, the vile fat b@$t@rd bought a pitbull after telling me the reason Cleo was sold was because he couldn't handle two dogs, fed Milo table scraps, had his nails litterally curled and dug deep into his pads, his belly was 1/2" to an 1" off the ground, he was fed nothing but table scraps (I had him on nothing but pedigree!), and he is now tramatized by pitbulls after the one Rick got almost killed my poor baby!
At first, Harkuru didn't think anything of it but when his brain registered the word he was able to mutter out, he litterally froze in mid step. He then turned his head and stared wide-eyed at the boy with his jaw wide open. [color=FF40FF]"W-w-what did you say?"[/color] He stammered having to ask for a clarification.




























