single .32 Auto to the head.
RIP Never named him, Picked him up as a stray, starved and skinny. had him about 3 minths now. First day we had him in the house, starved he would put his nose up to our plate, but never try to take food. Amazed me as he would devour anything you gave him. Really friendly, Protective, and well mannered.
Friday night, I cam home from work, the dog had got out of his collar, no idea where he was, I went to bed. Sat morning, I walked out on the porch and he was petrified at the side of the steps, ants running all down his leg to the open wounds. I got the hose and attempted to wash it off, he limped away and I had not seen him again that day. This morning he is laying under the steps barely moving, flies everywhere. So, I did what I knew had to be done, and put him out of his misery. Had to dig a hole to bury him in this fine earth here, fucking clay. That was fun.
Anyways, A sad day here...