But, these three were being found on the NAVY Base and were going to be caught and handed to the shelters. And we know how these shelters operates.
Two, we have found home to, but the brown black, she is still waiting for your warm arms.
It was time for their vaccinations and off to Dr. Damiani we went. They really were good, taking their shots like little troopers. They are 2 girls and 1 boy.
But little Gracie had to stay for a biopsy. She has some skin defects that we don't know what it is. On her back paw was a huge blister that hurt her, and still no fur on her back tail. It looks like a rat tail. I went out in the car and got a stuffed animal for her so she has a roommate at the clinic.
I hope Gracie you will soon be back at the hospice, sleeping in your dog bed that Aunt Tracey sent to you all the way from America.We had some bad luck to begin with. Our tire exploded on the highway and no spare tire (its already on) but fantastic friends helped us. Thank you Ethan for your help with Todd despite that you were sick, and to Jackie and the above guy crew that came and picked up Olivia and I, and all our things. But can you believe it? Five minutes down the road, Jackie gets a flat tire!! I started to giggle, not the right time but it started to get totally hysteric. The guys were behind us, so heroiclly they changed out the flat in 6 minutes. Many hours later than planned, we finally entered the shelter. We were lucky with the weather at least: sunshine.
The shelter was like a war-zone with dogs everywere, so many puppies and sickness and sickness. They had found a little dog that nearly couldn't walk, just skin and bones, his penis hanging out full of blisters, swollen and horrible. Blood in many dogs' stools.
I dragged the veterinarian with me and pointed at dogs everywere: this one, sick; that one is freezing to death. This veterinarian is very sweet and dear but she is too expensive for our foundation, we can not help many dogs at her prices with our resources. This shelter is also well away from our location and our veterinarians . Without our own rehab clinic we have no place to keep the dogs until Monday morning. When we get the clinic we will be able to drive them there on Saturday; treat and safeguard them and keep them warm, then drive them to our vets on Monday.
While at the shelter, I took a walk and nearly tripped over a curled-up English Setter, just skin and bones and with her right eye poked out. She screamed when I put the collar/leash on her. I sat and talked to her for some minutes and Olivia, my mission girl, did a good job comforting her too.
After a while did she follow us to the shelter and we fed her with some hot dogs. What a sweet heart, so gentle and polite and of course no microchip.
Saturday I am returning to pick her up. The shelter is full and I am praying to the Universe and bugging my real estate agent to hurry up and get our clinic as soon as possible. So many dogs are dying and suffering.
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