Okay, so when I was going to let my dog Mealla out, the craziest thing happened.

The second I opened the door, there was a cream colored pitbull right outside the door standing at the top of the steps. It scared me at first and I just stand there and stare at it before saying: "Well hi."

The poor baby looked so sad and sweet. He goes down and sits on the bin next to the stairs. My mom goes and talks sweetly to him and we give him some food and water. I swear, he looked so hungry, and he clearly was because he finished the food we gave him in seconds. Then my mom puts a collar on him and links him up to Mealla's link so we wouldn't get fined for having a dog in the yard without a leash.

This is what he looks like:

Poor darlin looks so scared.

He was acting really scared and timid. I honestly think he was abused, with how raw and sore his muzzle was. He was such a sweetheart, like he looks intimidating, even my cat Milo, who basically lives outside and looks and acts like he'll fight anything was cautious which is something I've NEVER seen. I don't know what happened to this sweet little angel, but whatever it was it must have been traumatizing, he genuinely seems to have some sort of dog PTSD.

All I know is, he's safe with me and my family, so I hope that maybe we can help him. Either way, he's a really sweet boy.

Thanks for reading. <3