I Walked Into the Euthanasia Room to Comfort the Shelter’s Most “Dangerous” Dog—But When I Brushed Back His Fur, My Blood Ran Cold

cross-legged a good distance away, and deliberately avoided making eye contact, the same technique I’d learned years earlier from a trainer who specialized in fearful dogs. Minutes passed in complete silence.

I tossed a small piece of chicken across the floor between us. He didn’t move at first, his eyes fixed on it and then on me and then back to it,continue reading …