Her Name was Etta
I’ll never forget the day that animal shelter had called me. They told me that they had gotten a boxer that had been rescued during a police raid of an underground dogfighting ring. I had completely forgotten that I had even put in a request for a boxer all those years ago. At this point my family already had a black lab and three chihuahuas. The last thing we needed was another dog, but I figured the least I could do was to drive to the shelter and see the boxer in person.
