I always wanted a dog as a kid, but my parents were against it. As I grew older, I got a cat and decided that was the way my life would go. A few years ago I was working at an animal shelter and fell in love with a dog there. She was one of many pit bulls/amstaff's at the shelter, but there was something special about her. Her name was Kahlua and she was 2 years old. She had been seized from an abusive owner who said she was basically a terrible dog and you could do nothing with her. Somehow because of this belief by her, it justified her neglecting Kahlua for days on end, leaving her outside...