Heart Worm

I am watching Al. He wants to rest, but he is uncomfortable. I have no idea what he is going through. All I know is that I wish he did not have to go through it. Watching a dog with heart worm suffer, and then go through the heart worm treatment, and suffer some more, certainly is a reality check. I hope I can share my experience with the people around me so they know how important it is for them to be proactive in preventing heart worm.

Toys and Balls and Food

Well, he is only here for two days. He does not know his name, but his rescue is calling him Alabama. I've decided to call him Al for short. Al is REALLY hungry and an all around really cool dog. He is indifferent to people right now, and amazed with his new ball. Everyone that meets him, really likes him so far. He is minding his own business AND having a blast playing by himself. Plus he wags his tail when he eats. How can you not love love a dog that wags his tail when he eats?

He might even actually be house trained because he has not made a mess in his room. We've really got to work on "easy", though, before he accidentally eats my hand instead of the treat.

Oh, and by the way, it takes Al approximately three minutes to destroy a tennis ball.

I was only supposed to transport Alabama.

I was only supposed to transport Alabama.

Marianne called me and asked if I could help get Alabama to her vet. If so, she would accept him into her rescue, and could save his life. It was a call like any other. He would be a dog like all of the rest. They all touch my heart in some way – the dogs I pull and transport, they are all special. I meet them for an hour, or two, or three. If I am lucky, and I happened to remember a camera, I grab a photo with them, and then I wish them well, and they are on their way.

It turns out that, in order for things to work with transportation, and the vet, and the rescue, Alabama needed a place to stay for a couple days. Marianne called to ask if I could take him, so I typed in Alabama’s Petfinder page. I see his fly bitten ears, and automatically know he was an outside dog with the Heartworm to prove it. I doubt he’s house trained, and probably not people trained either. Oh well, I also know that I can not say no, and Alabama is staying for a couple days.

Fast forward to Alabama's pick up day...

Then fast forward again to two baths later and a new collar for Stinky Mc Stinkster...

And I have my new foster dog. Of course, it's only for two days...