412. The best place in the world for an injured stray dog
THE BEST PLACE IN THE WORLD FOR AN INJURED STRAY DOG
"The puppy fell into the correct drain," Mr White smiled as he puffed his cigarette and drank a glass of Tiger Beer at the gate. I was leaving the house after an unannounced short house visit. Mr White was a visitor to Mrs Baker's house. Mrs Baker was surprised to see me. So was I surprised to see her as she was a busy working lady.
I came to check on the black Miniature Pinscher Cross with terrible large areas of exposed front and back leg muscles being nursed by Mrs Baker. The best bandages money could buy covered her foreleg and hind leg being changed daily. Temperature taking at four hourly intervals. This was the 3rd day and the puppy had no fever due to the antibiotics and sterile cleaning by Mrs Baker.
"Yes," I waved to him. "Mrs Baker's house is the best place in the world for a stray dog to fall sick."
Mrs Baker spent the whole night assuring the puppy that everything would be all right on the day she spotted her in the drain outside her house. Her brother lifted up the puppy and got bitten in the hand. He was given a tetanus jab by the doctor.
"Bring the dog to the surgery," I said to Mrs Baker when she asked for a house-call on Saturday, the day she found her in a drain. "Dog abuse. Somebody had sliced off the puppy's skin. I read about cat abuse in the Straits Times and this is a real bad case."
But Mrs Baker did not bring the dog to the surgery. She nursed her. Taped up the wounds.
In the Sunday evening, I went to see the puppy as she complained of a high fever.
She had done a good job in washing up the wounds. But I told her that the puppy needed to be given a thorough cleaning of the wounds to remove the embedded grit and hairs. And this should be done under general anaesthetic. It was just too painful.
The puppy was treated on Sunday afternoon. Thoroughly cleaned and bathed. Mrs Baker wanted to bring her back to nurse.
Today, the puppy was lying down on her cushion. There was no more fever today. The puppy was fully bandaged.
"Do not forget that the 7th day will be the day I need to do surgery to close up
the muscles," I reminded Mrs Baker who happened to be at home when I visited today before lunch time.
Everybody was happy. Mr White, a South African expatriate was much impressed to pass the comment of Mrs Baker's house being the best place to fall sick if you were a stray puppy. I could not agree more.
"The puppy fell into the correct drain," Mr White smiled as he puffed his cigarette and drank a glass of Tiger Beer at the gate. I was leaving the house after an unannounced short house visit. Mr White was a visitor to Mrs Baker's house. Mrs Baker was surprised to see me. So was I surprised to see her as she was a busy working lady.
I came to check on the black Miniature Pinscher Cross with terrible large areas of exposed front and back leg muscles being nursed by Mrs Baker. The best bandages money could buy covered her foreleg and hind leg being changed daily. Temperature taking at four hourly intervals. This was the 3rd day and the puppy had no fever due to the antibiotics and sterile cleaning by Mrs Baker.
"Yes," I waved to him. "Mrs Baker's house is the best place in the world for a stray dog to fall sick."
Mrs Baker spent the whole night assuring the puppy that everything would be all right on the day she spotted her in the drain outside her house. Her brother lifted up the puppy and got bitten in the hand. He was given a tetanus jab by the doctor.
"Bring the dog to the surgery," I said to Mrs Baker when she asked for a house-call on Saturday, the day she found her in a drain. "Dog abuse. Somebody had sliced off the puppy's skin. I read about cat abuse in the Straits Times and this is a real bad case."
But Mrs Baker did not bring the dog to the surgery. She nursed her. Taped up the wounds.
In the Sunday evening, I went to see the puppy as she complained of a high fever.
She had done a good job in washing up the wounds. But I told her that the puppy needed to be given a thorough cleaning of the wounds to remove the embedded grit and hairs. And this should be done under general anaesthetic. It was just too painful.
The puppy was treated on Sunday afternoon. Thoroughly cleaned and bathed. Mrs Baker wanted to bring her back to nurse.
Today, the puppy was lying down on her cushion. There was no more fever today. The puppy was fully bandaged.
"Do not forget that the 7th day will be the day I need to do surgery to close up
the muscles," I reminded Mrs Baker who happened to be at home when I visited today before lunch time.
Everybody was happy. Mr White, a South African expatriate was much impressed to pass the comment of Mrs Baker's house being the best place to fall sick if you were a stray puppy. I could not agree more.
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