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Welcome Minnie May to the clan.
Sep. 10th, 2007 05:35 pmAbout 2 weeks ago, this dog came in through the local rescue--not a stray, mind you, just that the rescue was picking up the bill because the owners had no money. At the time, we spayed her, and took out an eye. The eye was because it had been injured THREE WEEKS before we saw the dog and had a melting corneal ulcer that was basically the entire cornea. And at the time I tried to convince them to just leave me the dog.
They wouldn't.
5 days ago, they called because she'd been into a porcupine (obviously keeping her well restrained after her fairly major surgeries!).
Today, they brought her in to get the quills pulled. All infected, of course. She's lost 6 pounds because she hasn't eaten in 5 days. Looks like hell walking. I have no words to express my rage. This is probably the sweetest dog ever, and I am not exaggerating.
So this afternoon when the owner came to pick her up, I had a nice little talk with her about what a sweet dog this is, and how she deserves the best care she can have. That the fact she's in such rough shape is a direct consequence of not being able to treat her promptly, that dogs are expensive, etc. Told the woman that if she released the dog to the clinic, we would find her a new home where money wasn't such an issue. And that if she did it today, we wouldn't expect her to pay today's bill.
She went out and talked it over with her husband (ie, they argued in the car for about 10 minutes) and then gave me the dog. Which is good, because it means I didn't have to resort to threatening her with the police for negligence.
(http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/102348.html)
They wouldn't.
5 days ago, they called because she'd been into a porcupine (obviously keeping her well restrained after her fairly major surgeries!).
Today, they brought her in to get the quills pulled. All infected, of course. She's lost 6 pounds because she hasn't eaten in 5 days. Looks like hell walking. I have no words to express my rage. This is probably the sweetest dog ever, and I am not exaggerating.
So this afternoon when the owner came to pick her up, I had a nice little talk with her about what a sweet dog this is, and how she deserves the best care she can have. That the fact she's in such rough shape is a direct consequence of not being able to treat her promptly, that dogs are expensive, etc. Told the woman that if she released the dog to the clinic, we would find her a new home where money wasn't such an issue. And that if she did it today, we wouldn't expect her to pay today's bill.
She went out and talked it over with her husband (ie, they argued in the car for about 10 minutes) and then gave me the dog. Which is good, because it means I didn't have to resort to threatening her with the police for negligence.
(http://draggonlaady.livejournal.com/102348.html)
