“She’s a street dog from Malta. A rescue agency dumped her on a friend then stopped answering the phone. I volunteered to babysit for a couple days, even though I’m not big on small dogs. And for some reason she really took a liking to me. She kept trying to climb up on me. I was like: ‘What is this thing?’ Her eyes were bugging out of her head. She was peeing everywhere. Her nails were two inches long. And her teeth were falling out so she looked like a vampire. When I took her to the vet, we found out her heart was enlarged. Her lungs were filled with fluid. And she needed all her teeth pulled out. On the way home I stopped by a store. I wanted to get a small bag to carry her in, just while she recovered. But deep down I knew. If I’m buying a bag for a dog, there’s always going to be a dog in the bag.”
(Berlin, Germany)