I know you all like dog stories. Here is the latest one I have for you.
About two or three weeks ago someone stopped at the vet office and asked if we knew of anyone who takes puppies. That’s the point when everyone at the vet clinic looks at me being I volunteer with the rescue group. I got the person’s information. They said there were 10 pups in the litter. They were her parent’s dogs but her parents were going into assisted living and she was dealing with the dogs now. The pups were lab crosses. I encouraged her to fill out a surrender form with the rescue as I was only a volunteer and didn’t make decisions for the rescue group. I also gave her my phone number with the hope that she could send me pictures and I could pass them to the rescue.
I ended up passing the information to the group. They said they were guessing the pups were likely a pit bull cross and if they were, they wouldn’t take them.
That was the end of it as far as I knew as I never heard the person submitted a surrender form and I never heard for the person.
Then in the middle of the night on the 24th at about 12:30 am, my phone rang. I am a person who always answers my phone in the middle of the night so I answered. The person on the other end was crying. It was the person from the vet office with the puppies. WHAT!! I was sure I was dreaming this. Then on the other end of the line through tears the person said one of the puppies was dying. They were sure it would be dead by morning if it didn’t get immediate help. WHAT!!?? Who did this person think I was? What did this person think I could do in the middle of the night?
AHH.. I told her I was sorry. There was nothing I could do. Then I felt like shit. Couldn’t I do something? Well no. I wasn’t a vet. AHH!!! I hated this. After tossing and turning and feeling terrible about myself because I couldn’t think of anything to do to help, I finally fell back asleep.
I woke up at 5:30 am and I had a plan. Being I work at the vet clinic, I know what was on the schedule. I told the person they had to be at the vet clinic at 6:45 am and one of the vets would see her. UGH. I was putting myself out there because I was really going beyond the scope of my job.
The person said they would come…but then started asking me about what this would cost. UGH. Please don’t tell me this was one of those cases too. UGH.
I left early to get to the vet clinic for work so I could explain what I had done to the vets…after all, I did throw them under the bus too with this plan. I was dreading dragging everyone into this. Please, oh please, let this person at least pay. UGH.
The vets suspected the pups were sick with parvo. That’s a terrible sickness that will wipe out a whole litter of pups and treatment for it is expensive. Also, it’s contagious. There was a new med out to treat it but it was $400 per pup. This lady could never cover that.
So we waited for the pups to arrive. They came late…of course.
Being the pups might be sick, I messaged the person and said they had to wait in the car in case whatever was going on was contagious.
The vet tech went out to get a sample from one of the pups…she came in with a shocked look on her face. The pups were in terrible shape. She guessed it was parvo but had to do the test to be sure.
It turns out it wasn’t parvo. The vet went out and talked to the person. Those pups needed help though as they looked terrible. They were covered in poop.
The vet said she would waive the charge for the test and for caring for the sick puppy if the person surrendered all of the puppies and could have no contact with them. The person agreed.
So…now we had nine puppies. Originally there were ten but the person had sold one. Eight were okay but one wasn’t going to make it. The pups were filthy and undernourished. We originally thought they were all black pups. But after baths, we found out different.
The pups were crusted with poop. Do you how it is where someone gels their hair and the hair sticks up crusted like? That’s how the puppies were. It was terrible.
As you can see, this little pup has some white on her nose. Who knew?
Here they are all cleaned up. We put four in one area and four in another. They all piled on top of each other. What a shock to their poor little bodies.
This is the same group later in the day. The two with white on their noses are girls. The one on the left is the runt. He’s a boy. The other is a girl.
Here are the pups from the other pen. They are so cute…undernourished but they are in good hands now. They will get better.
The pups are part pitbull and part lab. The rescue I work with won’t take them. We’re hoping we can get another rescue to take them but if not, we’ll keep them at the vet clinic and adopt them out. I’m on hold with fostering for the rescue until these guys get figured out. For now, they are best together as they are only seven weeks old.
I know many people have a problem with a pit bull. Not me. At the vet clinic, more of us get hurt by cats and snippy dogs than are ever hurt by breeds categorized as mean. Yes, there are mean pit bulls…but if they are trained, cared for, loved, and taught, they are great dogs. Plus…these are half lab and that’s one of the gentlest breeds ever.
If you’re looking for a pit bull lab mix pup, there are eight for you to choose from at the vet clinic.
I am sorry to say the sick little pup did have to be put to sleep. The others should be all fine though. So we have eight.
Who knew a simple thing like giving out your phone number would lead to a frantic phone call in the middle of the night…and that would lead to a litter of puppies?
This has been my recent life…
On the 13th I got Winston and Churchill. They went home a few days later.
I had the wild cat in my garage that week.
I helped with four breeder release dogs on the 17th.
I picked up eight Australian Shepherd/Corgi pups on the 18th. I kept two to foster. They both have homes and are gone.
The pitbull/lab mixes on the 24th.
Thank goodness other people have stepped up and helped with these too. I am just one person…that is too much. People need to spay and neuter dogs and cats!!
I can’t make this stuff up folks…I just can’t…and that is your puppy story. Hopefully it’s the only one this week.