After my husband’s college reunion, we stopped at Waffle House for a little “feel-better” meal. As we walked out, a loud call caught my attention. Sitting in a crate in the back of a truck was a black-and-tan **German Shepherd**. 🐕‍🦺 As I walked closer, two men ran out of the restaurant and said, “Do you want the dog? You can take him.” My husband replied, “No thanks, we already have two dogs.” I agreed—until one of them added, “We’re going to dispose of him after breakfast. Taking him would j