If it hadn't rained yesterday I could have cut the grass today, but NOOOOO it had to dump BUCKETS of rain on us yesterday. The Grass is so high that even the big dogs are getting lost in it, much less the smaller ones. Ivory doesn't leave the patio any more. Here is a picture showing how bad it is.
At 4:30, as they are locking up the door to the shelter office, the phone rings. VICIOUS PIT BULL in the neighborhood. How long has it been there? ALL DAY, but they wait until they are going home to call about it. Cheryl goes out and gets the VICIOUS PIT BULL and nearly gets LICKED TO DEATH by it.
Luckily we had just finished eating when the next call came in. Dog hit by car. We arrive to find the owners had shown up and were taking it to the vet.
We get home, but have just got in the house when another call comes in. Injured Rot on Hwy 51 near Pea Vine Road.... We get there and find the dog with broken legs, several cuts and abrassions sitting on the shoulder of the road. She is looking at us with goopy eyes. She is filthy and covered with sores and is missing most of her fur. When I head toward her, she tries to get up and walk toward me, her nubby going like crazy, but whining in pain. I reach her and she leans against me. I picked her up and carried her to the Jeep, while Cheryl prepared a comfortable spot for her in the back with a comforter. She lays down and the only thing we hear from her on the way to the vets is her whimpers of pain. I try talking to her, but stop when she makes a painful effort to get up and come toward me. We arrive at the vets and I carry her in to the exam room, she is licking my face as I walk. The vet examines her and she is scanned for a microchip, which we did not find. Then she is finally put out of her pain.
We get home from that emotionally draining ordeal only to recieve another call almost immediately. Another vicious dog, this time a Chow. We arrive to find a very scared Husky mix. He keeps going to the door of the house where the complaint originated, but dashes away when we approach to closely. She barks at us, but shows no other signs of aggression. The man living at the house comes out and she runs up to him, hiding behind him and pressing against his legs while looking up at him. Is this your dog? we ask. no he replies, but we think he is lieing. He places the lead over her head and we take her away. She is not vicious, but we are careful because she is very afraid. Luckily that is the last one for that night.
I hope everyone is OK. Best wishes for those who need them. Congradulations to those who have earned them. Good Night.