My name is Ham!

I found Ham on the side of the road in Arkansas while visiting my family. He was darting around near the highway and almost got hit by a car, so my sister and I pulled over and got him into the truck with some left over chicken. He was a very sweet dog, but anxious. I tried to take him to shelters in the area, but they were not accepting any animals “especially black dogs”. I decided to drive him home to Atlanta and take him to the Atlanta humane Society, but after he met my dog, they got along so I thought we might keep him as he was so anxious, and my dog gave him confidence. I was a dog trainer for several years and knew he had the potential to be a great dog if someone put the work into him. Shortly after this I found out I was pregnant and I haven’t had energy or time since to put toward him. It’s been almost 3 years and he is still untrained and pushed to the side. It pains me to see him desperate for attention and I’m unable to give it to him. He deserves to be someone’s baby.