Howie the ChiWOWee

I think in the end, despite the way I look in the pictures, I was the winner of the fight. After two huge dogs that are always loose beat me up, I thought I was a goner. Let's face it, at 12 yrs., I'm not exactly a spring chicken. There I was trying to run away from the beasts when I was swooped up by a nice lady. At first she thought we were all just playing, but soon realized that I was their toy. She wrapped me up in a towel and took me to a place where they cleaned me up and closed my wounds, even gave me something to take away the awful pain. I don't know how they did it, but those nasty fleas that were covering my body are even gone and I'm not so itchy!



As you can see, I'm a mess. Turns out this group Camp Chaos (oh yeah, that's where I'm staying now), they help out a lot of dogs. Also turns out that the place that fixed me up costs a lot of money. I haven't saved a lot for retirement, and would like to pay her back. Or at least find a way to help them out, like they've helped me. Any donation would help, even a 1.00.



I'm going to keep fighting and get better, you'll see. Keep checking back on my progress. You may just fall in love with this ol' boy and want to keep me for yourself.



Thanks for listening to my story. Thanks for helping Camp Chaos.

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