“The dogs had pretty much chewed through the houses from boredom and lack of socialization,” Keith said. “The houses were not insulated and didn’t provide protection from the wind. A ton of them had exposed nails sticking out of them and none of them had straw inside. It was November and we were in Alaska, so it was freezing ... But Mitch told me, ‘Their coats are so thick, they don’t need it.’”
There was one dog who was clearly sick when Keith got there, and since one of her main responsibilities was feeding the dogs, she soon noticed he hadn’t eaten for two or three days. He was never identified by name to her, but Keith named him Frank.
Frank would only walk standing on his tiptoes and appeared to be having abdominal troubles, Keith said. It was evident he was in pain, but with so many other dogs to look after, management didn’t get him any medical help.
“I urged everyone that he needed to go to the vet,” Keith said. “On that third day that Frank didn’t eat, Mitch put him in his truck. When he came back, the dog was nowhere to be seen. He killed him.”