In November, 2008, I resuced Monte from a high kill shelter near me after being contacted by a shelter coordinator who knew I was involved in Mastiff rescue.
Monte first entered the shelter at a ripe old age of 1 month after person (or persons) unknown left him tied to the door. As a pup he was quickly adopted. But then tragedy struck 19 months later when his owner was murdered by a relative. That act landed him back in the shelter. But now he wasn't a little pup anymore. The shelter director was so afraid that he would be adopted by the wrong element (people looking for a big guard dog to stay outdoors all the time) that she kept him in a side room away from public view.
He was 50 pounds underweight and had only been to a vet once for neutering and initial shots.
Now he's a healthier, happier goofball whose favorite activity is rolling over on his back for endless belly rubs.
Ankeny, IA
