What a strange evening!
It's 11 pm, and I just finished cleaning my car, my jacket, my jeans and myself of dog blood and dog shit, and... I'm happy about it!
Yeah. Because the involved dog is alive.
And well, I'm going to tell you the story because it's a bit of a shock and also a bit of a victory, and I need to let the steam off.
The dog's alive, and he's lucky, too (he's a he). See, I stayed late at uni, because with my crappy connexion at home I wanted to deal with emails and LJ comments at work. And when I finally came back home, it was completely dark. And so I was driving through the countryside, when I noticed at the last moment an obstacle in the middle of the road, which, happily, I could avoid. Then I noticed this obstacle was definitely an animal, as big as a middle-shaped dog, and that it was holding its head still erect, though it was not moving. And if I had left uni at the normal hour, I'd have missed it.
So, well, I turned back, and stopped on the other side of the road. Then saw that it was indeed a wounded dog, and that it would be very hard to get it, because there were cars speeding (and each time nearly knocking out this poor dog). Well, finally, I could run to him, take him in my arm and meanwhile checking that he was still alive (and a boy) though his head was full of blood and he was so still that he was obviously shocked, if not worse.
So I got him in the car, first on the driver seat, on which he promply lost more blod, and because of shock and fear, shitted, yeah, then on plastic bags on the passenger seat. The poor boy didn't even bark or growl, just blinked when he felt too much pain... Which made me fear for his backbone, in fact. So while I was driving to home, I really hoped that he wasn't too grievously wounded, and that I wouldn't just open the door and find a dead dog on the seat.
Let's say that Franck wasn't too happy about me coming in late and with a dog dripping blood in my arms, but, yes, still alive. And breathing. And, even, growling (politely) when I touched very sore areas. So finally, we phoned a friend who's a vet (it was 9:30 pm), who told us to bring him the dog at once. When we got to his place, we realised that the dog was sitting on the seat! Though his muzzle was still dripping blood.
The vet told us that the dog had obviously got hit on the head, but that his head wounds would heal, and that the main problem was that he had difficulties to breathe -not life threatening, but he was in a lot of pain. So he gave him a shoot, and brought him to his animal clinic. Tomorrow, I'm to ask around the place I found him, which is not far from our own home), to find his master. Now I'm hoping that he wasn't abandoned by hunters, because he's definitely a hunter breed, but didn't wear any collar. And he looks pretty young! If we don't fing his masters, we'll have to find him some new ones - we can't really keep him at home, because of the two cats and all the times we're not at home or travelling in places where dogs are forbidden. But he's so young and nice and polite and cute, even when in pain, this dog! Aww.
And really, I'm glad he's alive. You know, this sort of makes it for all these cat and dog and fox corpses I see along the road when I go to work, that look like meat and dirty fur, and for which I can't do anything... Yes. He's alive. And my coat wasn't ruined by the washing machine, I just checked :)
Yeah. Because the involved dog is alive.
And well, I'm going to tell you the story because it's a bit of a shock and also a bit of a victory, and I need to let the steam off.
The dog's alive, and he's lucky, too (he's a he). See, I stayed late at uni, because with my crappy connexion at home I wanted to deal with emails and LJ comments at work. And when I finally came back home, it was completely dark. And so I was driving through the countryside, when I noticed at the last moment an obstacle in the middle of the road, which, happily, I could avoid. Then I noticed this obstacle was definitely an animal, as big as a middle-shaped dog, and that it was holding its head still erect, though it was not moving. And if I had left uni at the normal hour, I'd have missed it.
So, well, I turned back, and stopped on the other side of the road. Then saw that it was indeed a wounded dog, and that it would be very hard to get it, because there were cars speeding (and each time nearly knocking out this poor dog). Well, finally, I could run to him, take him in my arm and meanwhile checking that he was still alive (and a boy) though his head was full of blood and he was so still that he was obviously shocked, if not worse.
So I got him in the car, first on the driver seat, on which he promply lost more blod, and because of shock and fear, shitted, yeah, then on plastic bags on the passenger seat. The poor boy didn't even bark or growl, just blinked when he felt too much pain... Which made me fear for his backbone, in fact. So while I was driving to home, I really hoped that he wasn't too grievously wounded, and that I wouldn't just open the door and find a dead dog on the seat.
Let's say that Franck wasn't too happy about me coming in late and with a dog dripping blood in my arms, but, yes, still alive. And breathing. And, even, growling (politely) when I touched very sore areas. So finally, we phoned a friend who's a vet (it was 9:30 pm), who told us to bring him the dog at once. When we got to his place, we realised that the dog was sitting on the seat! Though his muzzle was still dripping blood.
The vet told us that the dog had obviously got hit on the head, but that his head wounds would heal, and that the main problem was that he had difficulties to breathe -not life threatening, but he was in a lot of pain. So he gave him a shoot, and brought him to his animal clinic. Tomorrow, I'm to ask around the place I found him, which is not far from our own home), to find his master. Now I'm hoping that he wasn't abandoned by hunters, because he's definitely a hunter breed, but didn't wear any collar. And he looks pretty young! If we don't fing his masters, we'll have to find him some new ones - we can't really keep him at home, because of the two cats and all the times we're not at home or travelling in places where dogs are forbidden. But he's so young and nice and polite and cute, even when in pain, this dog! Aww.
And really, I'm glad he's alive. You know, this sort of makes it for all these cat and dog and fox corpses I see along the road when I go to work, that look like meat and dirty fur, and for which I can't do anything... Yes. He's alive. And my coat wasn't ruined by the washing machine, I just checked :)