My mother runs Wolfy's Place, a pet shelter and sanctuary here in town that operates twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. And while taking in strays, getting them medical attention, and adopting them out is great, I wanted to find the ones that were too lost to be seen, save the ones that were being abused, and basically f**k up the people that were hurting them. Like the assholes that run underground dog fighting rings. Or the old ladies that go out of their minds and hoard two hundred cats in their dilapidated houses.
Okay, so I don't f**k up old ladies, but I do go in there and use my charm to get those cats out before they start eating each other.
We use the club to run charity events and rides to raise money to support our rescue equipment, and we donate a portion of the fund
