A Brief Pictorial (No, Honestly, Brief. I swear)

I'm too exhausted for a proper blog entry. All snarkiness and whatnot aside, it's been an exhausting few days. We've brought in three dogs, all in various stages of distress, and began treating some of the street dogs with mange we can't bring in. The people who usually do the clinic stuff frickin' rock - they are machines, really. And all of them have other stuff they need to do first, Peace Corps stuff, other projects. As the only person here who can one hundred percent dedicate myself to clinic stuff I feel obligated to hit hard. Maybe a bit too hard.

In the absense of my usual snarkiness and verbosity, I'll do a little pictorial, instead.

Tyson was the puppy we pulled out of the ditch. He is already a royal pain in the ass - always underfoot and chewing everything in site. Just like any puppy. To see where Tyson came from or what he looked like half dead in a ditch, see my previous post.
Quixote got here long before I did. He's a the big dominant male that's been at the clinic for a while. He was in terrible shape when he got in - wish I had pictures - but now looks like any dog you'd see at any dog park in the states. Aside from his dog-dominance issues he's a sweetheart - it's impossible not to like him.
Frita is also since before my time. She came in about ten days ago. She has bad sarna but is already apparently a lot better than she was before. She is a sweet little shy thing.

We brought One Eye in two days ago. One Eyes is ROUGH. The eye socket is still open and it looks like the eye might have been gauged out. Most of her hair is gone from the sarna and the tips of her ears are destroyed from it. She's almost on par with Scabby, the dog we brought in the last time I was here. That said, her energy level is good, she's a sweetheart and she'll eat whatever you put in front of her. She gets along with all the other dogs. There's a scar around her neck from an old cord that must have been put on, got too tight and cut into her skin. She was someone's dog and you can tell. She likes people.


The other dog, the brown one, we didn't bring in. We don't have the space and his weight is good. Instead we're treating him on the street with ivermectin pills for the sarna.

No pictures yet, but will have some tomorrow of the pregnant dog we finally got today, after days of chasing. It involved a mad goose chase through the market, a pound and a half of raw beef and the bribing of a cab driver but she is in care now.* The puppies are kicking so it doesn't seem she's carrying dead ones, thank god. The infection could kill her. She's staying with an incredibly nice couple that donated a spare room on the back of the property. We're thinking she's going to pop at any moment. Pictures on her tomorrow.

We need a lot of stuff, in some ways. With some fencing and building supplies we could put up three runs in an ex-pats back yard and bring in three of the other really bad ones. But really we need homes for these guys.

* The best part of this is that I was wearing a little sundress and the girl working with me was carrying an eight pound papaya. Quite a show.