Friday, June 20, 2008

No Time For A Real Post, So A Pictorial...


Prior to leaving for Corn Islands, three vets did two days of clinic in Granada. We did it as a dry run - not using the equipment that we wouldn't be able to bring with us to Corn Island. And because, well, Granada always needs more clinics. In two days with three vets, a small area and a whole bunch of vet techs over fifty animals were fixed. Additionally many dogs had veneral tumors removed, were dewormed, treated for various stuff. It was a wacky two days.

The rest of the team is already in Corn Islands. I got way-laid by a sinus infection and am joining tomorrow with forty-odd pounds (at least) of medical equipment. So far they've fixed over 100 dogs in two days, many with major health issues they've treated. And that was on the small island. But the next few days should be fun. In the meantime, though, some of my crappy-Nicaraguan digital camera pics from the two days of Granada clinic.
Dr. Tom - who I think was the founding vet of this project with Donna - and Dr. Terry Kane work on our make-shift second table that Dr. Tom built, MacGuyver style, from PVC pipe specifically for the Corn Islands trip.

Dr. Shayna and Vet Tech Pam have fun trying to get a feral roof cat out of a trap. Both of these guys are new to volunteering with the clinic and incredible - Pam is probably the most capable tech I've ever seen.
Claudio, a Granada native who trained as a tech and is now equally awesome checks post-surgery dogs.

Feral street dog with enormous testicular tumor awaiting surgery. Yes, he bites, hence the Hannibal Lecter muzzle. Not a mean dog, just a feral dog who really just doesn't want to be handled.

Dr. Shayna intubates the sedated tumor dog after he was anesthesized while Claudio holds. He spent three days in a cage at the clinic recovering and recieving chemo and mange treatment and was re-released into his territory.

And Now For The Cute Stuff. Because People Dig The Cute Shit.

When Donna was out looking for the tumor dog she found this pup wandering the streets. Into the truck she went. She, like the dog from Las Cruces, has some mange issues but is otherwise healthy and happy. Now we have the two puppies - the Las Cruces pup and this one. We named the blond Las Cruces pup Lucia and this one is called Isabella but they sort of formed a unit - they're the same age and the same size and equally bonkers. Hence they sort of are called, as a unit, the Scabies Babies.

It's a weird thing, though. Two pups in one week. Not that there aren't a million sarna puppies, we usually just don't get a melange of them at once. But these two, despite themselves, are endearing. Within a month or two their hair will be back and they'll be totally normal puppies. Plus Lucia, the Las Cruces pup, had taken over where Minnow left off in terms of hell-raising and flip-flop eating. Quite frankly I'm relieved we have another Scabie Baby to keep her occupied.

Their main source of occupying each other is chewing on each other. Or chewing on Porsha. But chewing on each other is more fun because the other one chews back whereas Porsha just sort of sits there, smiles, and acts like a large, fat, one eyed chew toy.

But yes, meet the Scabies Babies.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thanks for all your posts. You know, all of them are "real" posts, whether they are short or long, have pictures, are about the dogs or you, or are about tangential subjects. A post is a post, so stop apologizing. Thanks again, and keep up the good work.