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Repertoire89
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Registered: 11/15/12
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The Puppy 3
#23927997 - 12/14/16 11:03 PM (7 years, 2 months ago) |
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A few years ago I was walking home from work, it was early Spring, cold and wet, late at night. There were still cars out and the noise was fairly steady, this road was always busy, but it was beautiful despite the noise, lined with aisles of evergreen. It was odd that I noticed, this walk takes over an hour and you're bound to miss a lot of details in that time, especially being lost in thought, eyes level and ears washed out by traffic, but I sensed something.
Crouching down I peered into some shrubbery, dark in the night and casting its own shadows to deepen the black. I perceived a quiver, and looking through another angle I saw the puppy there, a dachschund, shivering, hurt and scared. It looked helpless and I could sense that it was injured, but no wounds were visible. Reaching for the dog, I was worried it might bite me, you could see the fear in its eyes, but I had no choice so I carefully gathered him up and walked up to a nearby house.
After asking at a couple of houses which had their lights on, I figured it was rude to knock at this time of night, no one recognized the dog, and it could have wandered over from miles away. So I started for home. The dog was surprisingly heavy held cradled in my arms, I had to stop several times over the next hour and rest by the side of the road. Much of this walk was not so busy as where we met, but it was the ghetto and I had encounters in this area before, it wasnt as bad as Miami or LA, but shit did go down in this neighborhood and lingering about like this made me wary.
The pup, helpless, gave itself into my care, neither resisting nor whimpering as I carried it through the night, resting with him in my lap, cradling him in my arms. Finally the hour passed and I arrived home. My roommates were furious that I brought the dog in, they demanded that I get rid of it immediately, but I refused. Instead I spent the night feeding and comforting him. In the morning one of my roommates drove us to the animal shelter where he was given immediate treatment for a broken hip, and there we parted.

Anyone have any animal stories?
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Ras Rising
Friend of Nature




Registered: 07/13/13
Posts: 4,442
Loc: Once Under, Always Over (...
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Im glad you didn't give in to your roommates. Touching story, warms me right up.
I have no puppy story's to compete with your own kind-hearted rescue only warm and fond memories of my current dog whose now a grey-bearded black lab.
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Chemical Addiction



Registered: 08/16/11
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I live next to an indian reservation where they just let their dogs roam free. I was in my front yard with my dogs cleaning off some planters when three of the rez dogs came up to me. One of them had mange (the non contagious kind) and all three were covered in ticks. I didn't even know we had ticks around here. I've had dogs all my life and they never had a tick on them. Anyways these were the sweetest attention starved dogs around. They came right up to me which scared my dogs a little, but I started petting them and pulling off ticks, then stepping on the ticks so they wouldn't get on my dogs.
It took about 30 mins of pulling off ticks and petting them. They wouldn't let me get the ticks in their ears though and there were quite a few. I bought these drops in case they ever come back. I tried giving them food and water, they weren't hungry just thirsty. When I was ready to go back inside they tried following me. they thought they found a home. my dogs sniffed them plenty but never really played with them because one of the three was bigger. My are about 40lbs and 50 lbs, one dogs was closer to 60lbs he was part boxer. all 5 dogs were mutts though.
-------------------- Vegetation has crawled for miles towards the cities. It is waiting. Once the city is dead, the vegetation will cover it, will climb over the stones, grip them, search them, make them burst with its long black pincers; it will blind the holes and let its green paws hang over everything. —Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
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