He had me with the sad puppy eyes.
But there was more.
As if the sad puppy eyes were not enough, I could count the ribs that ran along his side. His pelvic bone was merely draped in the dirty blonde fur. There was no muscle or thickness to what should have been a stocky dog.
He tried to wag his tail when I greeted him with a few morsels of kibble. It pained him to show even the slightest gratitude. He could barely walk across the yard and stumbled more than once.
Yes, he had me with the sad puppy eyes.