This little dog was out on the Hwy, running up to cars as they were driving down the road. I couldn't let her get hit, so I pulled up and opened my door, she jumped right in. Good God Almighty! What a stink! No she didn't have a run in with a skunk, she was just THAT dirty. She has a bald spot on her chest and at first I thought "Mange", but after closer examination, it looked more like a hotspot from fleas.
I couldn't take her home, already three dogs there and can't take the chance of exposing them to something. So I drive to the local small town where a new "Rescue" has opened. They refused to take her, stating, "We don't take in strays". (Go figure) So I sat in the parking lot and pondered this small dog's fate. I had run out of options, so reluctantly, I drove over to the animal control station. I drove up to the front door, and there hung a sign, "Closed For Lunch, Be Back at 1:30"
Well, it was just barely 12:00 and I couldn't wait there for an hour and a half!
I had no other choice but to take her home. I placed her in a kennel in the garage and started searching for options on the net. I found a wonderful woman who runs a rescue in Monticello and she agreed to take the dog. Meanwhile, while the woman made arrangements to have a vet take her in for the night, I went out and spent some time learning more about this scruffy dog. She was very sweet, wanted lots of attention. She knew "Sit, Stay and Lay Down". I gave her some water, which she drank a LOT of and then she came to me and just pressed her face into my chest and let out a long sigh. My heart just melted, but I knew I couldn't keep her.
Came the time for me to take her up to the vet clinic and when the Vet tech went to take her from me, the little dog had decided I was her mom, and almost bit the woman in her face, (she really was sweet, she was just protecting me.) I had to carry her in and put her in the cage myself. It was hard leaving her there, but I can't afford another dog.
Here in Ga, the animal control shelters use the Gas Chambers to euthanize dogs and cats. It's a very gruesome way to go. This little dog's life was saved by three little words "Closed For Lunch".
Thursday, February 26, 2009
"Closed For Lunch"
Posted by Ms. Jaded One at 2:56 PM
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment