Dad here; one of my favorite stories is actually told by an older friend of mine, I’ll just call him “Jim”, as that’s actually his name. To describe Jim as eclectic would be a massive understatement, in addition to being a master craftsman, he’s also an aspiring herpetolgist; his wife Barbara is, shall we say, considerably less enthusiastic with Jim’s reptilian interests.
They live out in the country, and somehow a harmless king snake got into the house; Barb was sitting on the couch doing some knitting when the Mr. No-Legs poked his head up between the couch cushions. Jim was next door when he hears a piercing shriek, and runs into the room to see Barb standing on the back of the couch babbling incoherently:
Jim’s immediate thought? “Oh lordy, she’s done went and got the Holy Ghost; I don’t need that!”
Now how is this relevant to a blog about the Casa? The phrase “oh lordy, I don’t need that!” I was on the way home from work this afternoon, in the same general area where I found Charlie and Stevie when I saw a state trooper and a deputy sheriff’s vehicle on the side of the road. On the other side was two threadbare dogs, so I naturally assumed that the officers were trying to assist the dogs, so I whipped a U turn and headed back. What I didn’t know was that they were doing a prisoner transfer, and my swift approach was unappreciated.
When I explained what I was doing, they went on their business and I went about mine, catching those dogs. The female appeared to be spotted, the male a fawn color, and it wasn’t until I got a bit closer that I realized that those weren’t spots but round sores. After much mud, sweat, and tears (to my pants), I got the dogs loaded and headed for the Casa.
Mom’s out of town, but never fear, the Kat is here; she jumped into action, getting the pair situated in a pen that we purchased with CB donations for this very instance. After scores of ticks were served eviction papers and forcibly removed from the premises, Kat started lobbying to have the dogs brought inside, forgoing any quarantine period.
When I questioned her sanity at this idea, she immediately blamed it on her upbringing; how does one argue with that logic? So out she goes in the pouring rain, only to find the pair curled up in Charlie’s dog house, perfectly content and unwilling to be disturbed.
So now we have two more emaciated dogs with some obvious health problems; “oh lordy, I don’t need this” indeed, but whatcha gonna do? You can’t save them all, but you can save some, we just need to figure out where to draw the line.
It’s always a party at the Casa; stay tuned for the video…