Victims of the rain
Poor Melrose. I'm concerned about my parents' house.
I crossed paths with another victim of the storm. Was driving in this morning and a little tan and black shape ran out in front of me. It was a pug. I stopped the car and called him over, and he was happy, wagging his tail. He was limping, thin and had a huge, infected gash on his head. He also had no tags. He was shaking from cold and absolute terror. I scooped him up and put him in the backseat of my car.
I called M in a panic as to what to do with him, and M said to take him to the local animal hospital. The nice people there warmed him up and put him in a cage. I left my information and washed up -- he was awful cute, but he stank to high heaven. I called back to check on him, and apparently he has severe mange. Poor baby. As for me, I can't get the smell of wet dog off my hands. Although if I weren't allergic to dogs, I'd bring him home. Yes, I am a softie.
I crossed paths with another victim of the storm. Was driving in this morning and a little tan and black shape ran out in front of me. It was a pug. I stopped the car and called him over, and he was happy, wagging his tail. He was limping, thin and had a huge, infected gash on his head. He also had no tags. He was shaking from cold and absolute terror. I scooped him up and put him in the backseat of my car.
I called M in a panic as to what to do with him, and M said to take him to the local animal hospital. The nice people there warmed him up and put him in a cage. I left my information and washed up -- he was awful cute, but he stank to high heaven. I called back to check on him, and apparently he has severe mange. Poor baby. As for me, I can't get the smell of wet dog off my hands. Although if I weren't allergic to dogs, I'd bring him home. Yes, I am a softie.
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