Yesterday I got a call about an unwanted female pup from a farmer who'd bred two litters at the same time and now had too many over 10 weeks, and he was about done with them. So I drove a couple of hours, to find a 10x10 pen with 10 pups in it and two houses.
Since they had been in there for most of 3 months, and there had been MORE in there. I'm seriously considering burning the clothing I went into the pen with. Whew. Wow they were ... mucky and matted, pup coat hadn't shed all the way, pups in rain and mud and muck. There were some foul little souls in that pen. Catching the two I wanted to look at was a bit of a thing, since scream and run like piglets was the name of the game.
I actually ended up handling several. A big pyr girl was one of the first I caught. Yes yes, scream, struggle. Caught. Oh fine, scratch my chest.... WAG.
She did NOT like being caught, having been caught, she actually THOUGHT about what was going on and thought it might be alright.
I put her down to handle the others - glutton for punishment and my nose had gone numb. The others screamed, struggled or froze - the puppy OMG moment. And put down ran off squealing like pigs to the corners and wouldn't look at me. All except that big pyr girl. She did go off, didn't like the "catch" process, not one bit. But she lay there watching me, every now and then I'd catch a wag at my voice. Under the matts the filth and the slime was a dog I could work with.
Yep, she hates car rides. So far she's barfed every time. Nope she didn't think combing out that sad mess was a good idea but she also didn't Yowl unnecessarily... oh yeah yes, she hates crates. Oh my, talk about little sleep. But she's taking to the leash, to meeting people, even almost wagging up to a couple of people during our whirlwind tour of groomer and my vets who are still mourning Naga but were over-joyed to see Mac.
Yes, she's here, Little Mac or McCarren. She's clean, her doctors say she looks great. And I'm saved. Umm oh yeah I saved her. Sure someone will buy that. Surely. That's what happens, people save animals.
My arse.
Thanks Mac.
Pics tomorrow or by Mon.
Chere
Since they had been in there for most of 3 months, and there had been MORE in there. I'm seriously considering burning the clothing I went into the pen with. Whew. Wow they were ... mucky and matted, pup coat hadn't shed all the way, pups in rain and mud and muck. There were some foul little souls in that pen. Catching the two I wanted to look at was a bit of a thing, since scream and run like piglets was the name of the game.
I actually ended up handling several. A big pyr girl was one of the first I caught. Yes yes, scream, struggle. Caught. Oh fine, scratch my chest.... WAG.
She did NOT like being caught, having been caught, she actually THOUGHT about what was going on and thought it might be alright.
I put her down to handle the others - glutton for punishment and my nose had gone numb. The others screamed, struggled or froze - the puppy OMG moment. And put down ran off squealing like pigs to the corners and wouldn't look at me. All except that big pyr girl. She did go off, didn't like the "catch" process, not one bit. But she lay there watching me, every now and then I'd catch a wag at my voice. Under the matts the filth and the slime was a dog I could work with.
Yep, she hates car rides. So far she's barfed every time. Nope she didn't think combing out that sad mess was a good idea but she also didn't Yowl unnecessarily... oh yeah yes, she hates crates. Oh my, talk about little sleep. But she's taking to the leash, to meeting people, even almost wagging up to a couple of people during our whirlwind tour of groomer and my vets who are still mourning Naga but were over-joyed to see Mac.
Yes, she's here, Little Mac or McCarren. She's clean, her doctors say she looks great. And I'm saved. Umm oh yeah I saved her. Sure someone will buy that. Surely. That's what happens, people save animals.
My arse.
Thanks Mac.
Pics tomorrow or by Mon.
Chere
