st I thought he was dead. We turned in the driveway of the next house and as we drove past again he twitched and we stopped the car. The sound of my door opening roused him enough that he lifted his big head! Oh how sad his eyes were! My heart just broke! At the time I wasn't carrying food, he was the motivation. So we ran up to the store bought food, biscuits and the fattiest chicken stock I could find. I have never seen a dog that emaciated before in my life. I was afraid to feed him a lot because I didn't want to make him sick. So I gave him about a cup of food soaked in chicken stock and a few biscuits. But he wouldn't eat it! I was devastated! Finally, after some coaxing he would nibble on it. He liked the biscuits the most. For a week and half we fed him every 8 hours. My intention was to get him strong enough to move him to our apartment. As it was, he could barely hold his own weight up, much less get into a car. However, I found him to late - he was sicker then I expected. By the middle of the 2nd week his nose started to run. The next day he fell over when he came to greet me and I knew 
it was over. I didn't know what to do so I went to the mayor's office to see if they could help. Each village has a mayor and a mayors office. I didn't realize I could report to them until I went for Bruno. The ladies in the office were very nice and sympathetic. They wrote out a full report and faxed it to Fish and Wildlife. I made sure they put on there that the dog was in need of urgent care. The next day I went back and his collar was cut and he was gone. I am quite certain that they put Bruno down. To be honest, as much as I hate it, I'm glad they did - he was sick, miserable and needed relief. I miss him terribly and to this day I regret taking matters into my own hands rather then reporting him sooner. My only comfort is that in his last weeks he was well feed and loved. It took me a few days to gain his trust but by the 5th day he would come take food from my hands. The 3 days prior to his being taken he actually let me pet him and he enjoyed it! I don't think the poor dog had ever been pet because when I first tried he ducked my hand and backed away. But once he realized I wasn't going to hurt him, just love him, he enjoyed it and would lean into me to be pet! He hated my camera though - he never would let me get a good face shot of him - it's a shame to, he had the most pitiful eyes you've ever seen! I miss him sorely and this blog is more or less because of him. Just to illustrate to you the degree to which the local government doesn't care about the animals, I later found out that Bruno was the last mayor's brother's dog. Not only that, but the ex mayor lived right down the street - his house is on the next lot after Bruno's container. In fact, the day that we go lost we turned around in his driveway. It sickens me that he could drive by Bruno everyday, there is only one entrance to the area, knowing that Bruno was there and that he was his own brothers dog, yet he could never be bothered to stop and feed him. Welcome, to Guam!
6 dogs tied on 3ft long leashes, with no food, no water and with every bone protruding from their weak bodies! The locals I've questioned about the matter have given me varying explanations, such as that people see animals as just property, nothing more, so they can treat them as they please. Another excuse is that even if the food is available they don't know or care that animals have to be fed more then once a week. I've started carrying dog and cat food in my car to try to help them. I don't like to see dogs tied up but my problem isn't with that. My problem is, if your going to tie the dog up and prevent him from finding food then feed him well! People have told me that if I get to concerned with feeding the animals I'll drive myself crazy - they're probably right, after all, I'm starting a blog on it! I've tried going to the authorities but they don't care. There is 1 animal shelter on the island and it is under funded and over run. I honestly believe that if Guam got bad publicity from the States about this issue it would improve. But out in the middle of the ocean it's hard not to feel isolated from the US. What happens on Guam, seems to stay on Guam. But it's time for this matter to be public knowledge, every week I will feature an abused animal. All you have to do is follow my blog and pass it on to any other animal loving friends you may have! 
