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Archive for February, 2011
What Was Lost Is Found, and What Was Found Is Lost
February 23, 2011This morning I headed out to work, after doing a bit of satisfactory blogging. The day promised to be a pretty one, and the redbud trees bloomed out on either side of the two-lane highway heading into my little town.
I passed by Sugar’s house on the way, like I always do, and a bit further along, closer to town, I saw the shape of a large dog lying half-on, half-off the road, on a little bridge that goes over a swampy area. It was unsettling to see that she was deceased, and also that she looked like one of Sugar’s dogs, Rosie.
Rosie is a brown brindle that just came running up Sugar’s driveway a few years ago. We didn’t know she was a brindle because she had no hair, a condition caused by one of the most excessive cases of demodectic mange that I had ever seen. I had stopped in to see him, and was standing in his driveway talking to him when his dogs starting making a fuss at the fence. This pathetic dog was running up the driveway to the fence to say hello. He took her in, had her treated, and she became very comfortable at the Little Big House.
But this morning, things were not looking so good for Rosie. I went on to work, explained the situation to my employer, and headed back to Sugar’s house to see if by some stroke of luck Rosie was there. I drove to his house by an alternate route so I didn’t have to drive by the dog’s body again, and pulled into his long, shaded driveway and drove up to the gate. All the dogs came out to say hello, all except Rosie. I counted the dogs, looked them all in the face, and still came up one short.
I set the trip odometer so that I could see how far Rosie had traveled when she was hit. By the time I got back to the dog’s body, I had gone more than a mile. What had made her travel so far from home? Why had she dug out from under the fence? I pulled over to the side on the road, still on the bridge, and put on my flashers. I had some blankets in the back of the car, and I used one for a sling. It was Rosie, alright, but I didn’t remember that she had a streak of white on her chest. In any case, she died quickly.
I took her body back to work and prepared it to be picked up for cremation. Then I announced that I had to go back to Sugar’s house and walk the fenceline to see where she had dug out and block it up so that no one else could get out. Sugar was at work, and I didn’t dare call him. While I was driving, I was rehearsing what to say, when to call, and how to break it to him that Rosie had gotten out somehow, and had gotten killed, and that I had taken her body back to the vet’s office where it would await pick-up for cremation.
I pulled into his driveway again and drove up to the gate, and looked at all his dogs frolicking about in the springtime sunshine, and I counted heads again and looked at their faces. No Rosie. I walked the fenceline and saw absolutely no spot where she could have gotten out. I headed back to the car and stopped to say good-bye to the dogs, who seemed inordinately happy in the face of tragedy, and said, “Good-bye guys. I’ll see you later. Good-bye… Rosie??!!”
For there at the gate with the other dogs was Rosie, stretching, and yawning, and blinking her sleepy eyes. She had been asleep in the house the whole time.
A Stray on the Interstate
February 7, 2011Last week the vet’s office had a walk-in with a stray dog.
A college student was on her way back to college in Florida. She was traveling from the upstate on I-95, and saw a dog on the side of the highway, like he was sitting there waiting for something.
She drove five miles to the next exit, got off there, crossed over the interstate, headed back north to the next exit, got off there, crossed over again, and headed back south until she got to where she saw the dog the first time, and there he was, still sitting like he was waiting for something.
She scooped him up, and googled the nearest vet’s office, and made her way to our office. I called the local shelter to report a missing dog, and we determined that the dog was found in a location outside our county, so they would not take him in. The facts were looking like the shelter that served the location was in a county north of here, about an hour’s drive in the opposite direction that the student was traveling. That particular shelter has enough room to house about 11 or 12 dogs, that’s all, and they have a very high kill rate, like more than 90%. And indeed, if the location was determined to be yet again a different county, the shelter there has been having serious parvo outbreaks.
The dog, potentially known as “Gator”, had a woven nylon collar that was too large for him, so someone had threaded the collar through the buckle, doubled it back on itself, and sewed it together with wire. A spring clip was dangling from the buckle, like it had been attached once to a tie-out line, and the buckle itself was worn thin from the friction of the spring clip wearing away at it.
The vet gave him an injection to combat shock and some sub-cutaneous fluids to relieve his dehydration, and offered him some dog cookies to see if he could eat. He was hungry alright. The dog was so exhausted that he didn’t want to stand, but when we put him on his feet to determine where the damage was, we found that he could not put all his weight on his rear right leg. He collapsed back on the table.
The student and I talked about the options for the dog. She did not want to send him to a kill shelter, and she wondered if he would get along with her cat. I told her he probably had heartworms, intestinal parasites, fleas, and a possible broken pelvis. She said that once her mother saw the car in front of her hit a dog and keep going, and that her mother pulled over to pick up the dog, and that’s what she thought of when she saw the dog sitting by the side of the interstate, like he was waiting for something.
The student paid the bill, and took the collar off the dog. She handed me the collar to throw away, and asked if I would call the shelters to report him missing.
I said, “Sure, I’ll take care of that for you.”
And they went on their way to their new life together.