The basics are this:

My son and I were taking a quick ride last Saturday, cold and raw, when we spotted a dog carrier on the side of a deserted stretch of road:


Didn't think much of it until we swapped bikes and made a second pass, (obeying all local regulations and posted speed advisements), thought to check the crate and found a dog that had been left to starve, so desperate that she had tried to chew through to her freedom through the top of the crate:




She was so weak she could barely growl at us, so we high tailed to the closest store, a Family Dollar a few miles away, returned with a bag of dog food:





Hustled back home to get the truck, loaded her up:



She's now curled up in the garage, feeding her slowly to get her strength back. Judging from her actions, I fully believe that she has been confined to that crate her entire life; her claws and feet are deformed, no social skills whatsoever. I'm not a bad ass by any stretch, but I swear I could kill the son of a ***** responsible for this atrocity without a twitch of conscience. We have a vet visit scheduled for tomorrow to see how extensive the damage is...