I picked up Picasso in San Bernardino, at a home that had taken him in from the streets. He had been badly beaten and left for dead by the side of the road. A nice couple took him in and all is better now; I don’t know if he even remembers it. To see him today you would never know it. I arranged for him to go to a rescue in Arizona as I thought he would have a better chance getting a forever home there as his luck in our area wasn’t the best. All we can do now is wait and see what happens.
