HELP THEIR PETS.
In the early morning, as the sun begins to rise over the hillside, you can drive down any desert road in the small towns that make up Tribal Lands. Trailer homes sparsely scattered throughout a seemingly deserted part of our country. At first glance there is not a person in site, but if you look closely, the animals that inhabit these towns make their morning appearance. Under porches lie newborn puppies who managed to make it through another freezing night. At the gas station gathers a pack of dogs claiming their space in hopes to get scraps from travelers quickly stopping through. Behind the houses you see a single, pregnant mom chained to a tree with an empty water bowl at her feet. In the near distance, you will find a pack of males chasing an in-heat female for miles as she tries everything in her power to make an escape. On the sides of the road, you find dogs and cats alike who lie helpless after a run-in with a vehicle the night before. This is “The Rez”, and this is the reality.