I took Bingo home with me, as my many years as a vet told me that there was something very off with him.Bingo had been an exuberant dog since he was a puppy. After reuniting with me, he had lunged at me in excitement, nuzzled me, wagged his tail…However, he had never once made a sound, not even a soft whine. He had been entirely silent, too silent.Anxious over my beloved dog, I placed him on my worktable and began gently examining him.His teeth were yellow and covered in plaque, while his gums were pale and colorless. Besides that, his fur was a dry, knotted mess that came off in clumps when I ran my fingers through it.Clearly, Bingo hadn't received even the most basic care.Taking a deep breath, I parted the long fur at the back of his neck and felt around his skin.Everywhere my fingers touched was uneven and rough, like scar tissue. Old and new, the jagged scars crisscrossed his entire neck.These were the scars left behind by prolonged and frequent use of a shock colla
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