Updating -again?-
Oh yes.
Sarah located an extremely neglected little puppy, today. She found it shivering and crying in the thirty-degree cold, left alone in an open cage with a bowl of (old, chunkily) curdled milk and a wasp's nest. Filthy and literally crawling with fleas. When I say 'crawling with', I mean.. an amount of fleas you cannot easily wrap your mind around. Sarah and her friends spent a couple of hours trying to pick them off, removing dozens, and then the dog was picked up and brought here.
He behaved himself well for his bath - and we discovered he's cream colored, not brown and spotty! - and at least one hundred fleas must've dropped off of the poor thing during. Afterwards, he was still covered with fleas - perhaps the flea soap had a pre-set kill limit? No idea.
So tansy and I spent the next three hours picking him clean and fawning over him. I am, again, not exaggerating when I say we must've removed at least another hundred. It was horrifying and disgusting, the condition this poor little dog was left in. We were extremely sad for the little guy, and worried he might've caught some sort of blood disease from the sheer number of parasites.
I have always hated fleas. They give me the heebies with a side of jeebies. So I had to weigh my love for small mammals against my desire to flee from.. the fleas. Ahem.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure we've got 'em all now. Though we still give him a once-over whenever he naps, because now that he's cleaned, warm, and fed, he is wiggly as all hell. He is now extreeemely playful (except when he randomly passes out for a puppynap) and is so adorable it hurts.
I cannot walk across the room without him attaching himself to my pantsleg. I have PROOF.
Luckily for him, we had a backup dog toy for him to play with, though he's quite content to chew on just about anything he can reach.
It doesn't look like we'll be keeping the little guy past Friday - another family would like him, and it would be slightly impractical for us to have him, but we have offered to take him in if the other people back out. Which may well happen, since the only question they asked about it on the phone was how much the vet bill is going to be, repeatedly.
So I'm crossing my fingers that maybe he'll stick around, even if he would be a huge, adorable pain in the ass that chews on everything and won't stop biting my feet.
Even if he can't stay longer than Friday, I gotta say.. he couldn't have showed up at a better time. It's hard to be bummed with a puppy in your lap.
We are calling him Hurley.
PS: Got the job, starting in a week.
Sarah located an extremely neglected little puppy, today. She found it shivering and crying in the thirty-degree cold, left alone in an open cage with a bowl of (old, chunkily) curdled milk and a wasp's nest. Filthy and literally crawling with fleas. When I say 'crawling with', I mean.. an amount of fleas you cannot easily wrap your mind around. Sarah and her friends spent a couple of hours trying to pick them off, removing dozens, and then the dog was picked up and brought here.
He behaved himself well for his bath - and we discovered he's cream colored, not brown and spotty! - and at least one hundred fleas must've dropped off of the poor thing during. Afterwards, he was still covered with fleas - perhaps the flea soap had a pre-set kill limit? No idea.
So tansy and I spent the next three hours picking him clean and fawning over him. I am, again, not exaggerating when I say we must've removed at least another hundred. It was horrifying and disgusting, the condition this poor little dog was left in. We were extremely sad for the little guy, and worried he might've caught some sort of blood disease from the sheer number of parasites.
I have always hated fleas. They give me the heebies with a side of jeebies. So I had to weigh my love for small mammals against my desire to flee from.. the fleas. Ahem.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure we've got 'em all now. Though we still give him a once-over whenever he naps, because now that he's cleaned, warm, and fed, he is wiggly as all hell. He is now extreeemely playful (except when he randomly passes out for a puppynap) and is so adorable it hurts.
I cannot walk across the room without him attaching himself to my pantsleg. I have PROOF.
Luckily for him, we had a backup dog toy for him to play with, though he's quite content to chew on just about anything he can reach.
It doesn't look like we'll be keeping the little guy past Friday - another family would like him, and it would be slightly impractical for us to have him, but we have offered to take him in if the other people back out. Which may well happen, since the only question they asked about it on the phone was how much the vet bill is going to be, repeatedly.
So I'm crossing my fingers that maybe he'll stick around, even if he would be a huge, adorable pain in the ass that chews on everything and won't stop biting my feet.
Even if he can't stay longer than Friday, I gotta say.. he couldn't have showed up at a better time. It's hard to be bummed with a puppy in your lap.
We are calling him Hurley.
PS: Got the job, starting in a week.