My Wierd World
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"In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed." Kahlil Gibran
life's little pieces
I see life in little pieces...I don't do well with the BIG picture.
I told y'all about the saga of Buford..well..he hasn't made an appearance anywhere that we know about, so I'm just assuming he moved on to his next job.
Today..as we were driving to the post office to mail a package, we saw a small dog trying to cross the street. He was dragging his hind legs and appeared to be struggling terribly. Cars ahead of us and coming toward us slowed down, but nobody stopped to help the poor creature.
Somebody had hit him just minutes before we got there and just sped off. I can't bear it when people are that uncaring, not to stop and see if there's anything they can do.
We drove a few feet on to the post office, I mailed my package and then we turned around and went back to see if we could find the dog. There he was, poor little thing, laying by the side of the road. We stopped, picked him up and took him to the vet.
We had grocery shopping to do, so we didn't wait, we asked the vet to call us on the cell phone and give us the prognosis.
Sure enough, about an hour later he called. The dog had a broken pelvis, a fractured femur and a displaced rectum.
We agreed to pay the costs to fix him up...in the neighborhood of $500, which we will split 3 ways...my daughter, my daughter-in-law and myself.
We should be able to bring him home Tuesday. We will put up posters, place an ad in the local paper and call the radio station to find his owner. He had a collar, but no tags.
If we don't find the owner, we will of course keep him. He's a small dog, mixed breed, black and white and looks to be about 3 or 4 years old. A real cutie. We've already given him the name Pizon...a bastardization of the Italian word for friend.
Lord help me, its all I can do not to hate the person who hit this defenseless little creature. To me its just as bad as if a child had been struck. What the hell's the matter with people that they can't spare a moment of compassion for such a helpless little soul?
So, keep your fingers crossed for little Pizon, willya?
I told y'all about the saga of Buford..well..he hasn't made an appearance anywhere that we know about, so I'm just assuming he moved on to his next job.
Today..as we were driving to the post office to mail a package, we saw a small dog trying to cross the street. He was dragging his hind legs and appeared to be struggling terribly. Cars ahead of us and coming toward us slowed down, but nobody stopped to help the poor creature.
Somebody had hit him just minutes before we got there and just sped off. I can't bear it when people are that uncaring, not to stop and see if there's anything they can do.
We drove a few feet on to the post office, I mailed my package and then we turned around and went back to see if we could find the dog. There he was, poor little thing, laying by the side of the road. We stopped, picked him up and took him to the vet.
We had grocery shopping to do, so we didn't wait, we asked the vet to call us on the cell phone and give us the prognosis.
Sure enough, about an hour later he called. The dog had a broken pelvis, a fractured femur and a displaced rectum.
We agreed to pay the costs to fix him up...in the neighborhood of $500, which we will split 3 ways...my daughter, my daughter-in-law and myself.
We should be able to bring him home Tuesday. We will put up posters, place an ad in the local paper and call the radio station to find his owner. He had a collar, but no tags.
If we don't find the owner, we will of course keep him. He's a small dog, mixed breed, black and white and looks to be about 3 or 4 years old. A real cutie. We've already given him the name Pizon...a bastardization of the Italian word for friend.
Lord help me, its all I can do not to hate the person who hit this defenseless little creature. To me its just as bad as if a child had been struck. What the hell's the matter with people that they can't spare a moment of compassion for such a helpless little soul?
So, keep your fingers crossed for little Pizon, willya?
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