Ice, you're an idiot, but thanks.
I just spent five hours tending to a puppy that had been stuck in a fence for two days. Her owner, a kid from the 'hood, brought her here with tears in his eyes.
He didn't have the money for a vet, and I damned well would've spent mine, just because. We iced her grotesquely swollen hind leg down, gave her Benadryl and aspirin, and watched her while we kept her cool and tried to get her rehydrated. I don't know if her leg was broken or dislocated, but I got the swelling down some, and she became responsive and alert.
It was only 101F today instead of the 113 we had yesterday, while she was outside in the fence with no water.
I keep the kid around because his parents are half the reason I carry a pistol at home: Goddamned methheads, who only thought today about telling their son that his fine little dog was nearly dead.
I thin she'll be OK tonight at least, and if I didn't have more than half my retirement check going to bills, I'd take her to the vet myself. Keep it cool for the babies, but in God's name, if either of those fucking beasts the kid is saddled with ever step foot over here, we're going to have what they used to call a "Come to Jesus" meeting. I might leave them tangled up in barbed wire for two days without meth.
God Almighty, I'm angry. Music hasn't soothed the savage breast, but maybe watching Secondhand Lion for the umpteenth time will help.
Edit: She has a severe contusion with three punctures, I assume from barbed wire, and I really think she's still in danger, as swollen as her leg was. All I could do was done, and I pray it was enough.
Dogs deserve prayer more than people do, in my very humble opinion. After all, we made them in God's image.
