Little did we know when we moved here five years ago the way things would turn out...
When we arrived here it was in the company of two well balanced if slightly loopy hounds; one a Saluki male, the other a small greyhound female. They settled into the life relatively easily, but this being a farming community free running off leash was difficult; the local shepherds didn't take to kindly to two ultra fast dogs trying to round up their sheep and /or goats; justifiably so of course because the two dogs were quite capable of killing much bigger prey. We found a large abandoned tennis / 5 a side football court at the top of the village which was totally fenced with just two access points and this became their normal exercise yard, big enough to allow plenty of frantic racing and chasing without the hazard of sheep and goats.
Three years ago we had an addition to the family; an abandoned Podenco bitch who had recently given birth and had then been chucked out. She arrived at 3am in the middle of one of the worst thunderstorms we had experienced. She sat on the doorstep and howled; she was scared out of her wits, soaking wet, cold, hungry and desperate. Being the soft touch that I am I let her in, if only to stop the noise! She was surprisingly accepted immediately by the other two; in fact the greyhound took it upon herself to make a fuss of her; quite the little mother, but she is the Alpha female of the pack anyway. Needless to say we kept the abandonado; I took her to the vets to get her problems sorted out; her coat was matted and infested with parasites she had worms and was generally in a sorry state but with lots of TLC she came out of it quite well and is now as loopy as the other two!
Fast forward then to January this year; whenever we all trooped out for a walk we were being followed by a neighbours dog; a happy go lucky bitch something like a cross between a Spanish Water dog and a Westie. Slowly but surely she worked her way into the pack but always returned to her home. Her owners have two boys of junior school age but one is autistic and he makes constant demands on his parents time and patience. When they both lost their jobs as so often happens unfortunately, poor Luna the dog got turfed out. So it was that one morning when I took our lot out for their walk, it was noticeable that Luna wasnt with us; same the next day and the next; these among the coldest nights of the year with temps way down below freezing. She had been missing for over a week when I caught sight of her in the village, walking very slowly, she'd lost a lot of weight and was in a bad way. I went to pick her up and she screamed, literally...I tried to contact her owners but to no avail, so I bundled her into a blanket and took her off to see the vet. After xrays he found that where she had been scavenging for food she had swallowed something whole and this had blocked her intestines, other 'food' she had found and eaten later was fermenting in her gut. We eventually got her sorted out and for a while at least she appeared to get back to normal, but then she went into season. By this time we had taken over her care from the neighbours.
A couple of weeks after her season she was still spotting and having trouble urinating. Off to the vets again, he diagnosed a bad UTI and treated her accordingly with antibiotic and antiinflammatories. She appeared to get well whilst on the pills so I made an arrangement with the vet to have her spayed to avoid a repeat problem with her next season. However big trouble was brewing...what the vet had diagnosed as a UTI was in all probability pyrometrosis; something which if not dealt with quickly and successfully can be fatal...the day before the op was due I took her to see the vet...Luna was in some discomfort and the vet suggested that the planned surgery would be the answer, getting rid of the UTI problems and spaying would lead to a more healthy dog. So we came home and the following day at 8am we were back at the surgery. I was asked to leave her and to call back at 5pm to collect her. I left my mobile phone number with him in case of problems. Sad to say that as she walked away to the holding area that would be the last time I saw her...Movistar chose that day to have a problem with the cell towers in the area and the vet couldnt get in touch with me. I went back as planned to be met by the vet who took me into his office. Seemingly Luna died on the operating table. Her gut was a total mess with peritonitis and a ruptured intestine. All of the signs were there but we all missed them, concentrating on the suspected UTI. it's even possible that the damage occurred just after she had been kicked out of her previous home. She was a lovely lovely dog, not a bad bone in her body; I just wish we'd been able to do more for her.
And so to today...out for our mid afternoon walk; it was raining so Izzy the greyhound wasnt too keen (she doesnt like getting her feet wet!) but suddenly all three are pulling like hell on their leads dragging me towards an area between a tree and a wall.
"OK," I thought I'll play your silly game...It's obviously important..." Not so silly as it turns out...curled up beside the tree two little black and white pups; can't be anymore than six or eight weeks old...both cold and wet, but my lot weren't about to let me leave them there...Have to say that this tree is on the outskirts of the village, the pups have to have been abandoned; there is no way they could have got there on their own. Some heartless ba***rd had just dumped them; no doubt because as it turns out they are both males and therefore not breeding stock. O.H. was in the shower when I got back to the house; I explained what we had found; what was I to do? Leave them there? At that age they are incapable of looking after themselves; I cannot in all good faith contemplate euthanasia nor risk it by trying to find a shelter to take them on; they didnt ask to be brought into this world.
So far so good...Izzy the greyhound and definitely the boss, keeps wandering over to check them out and then comes over to me for reassurance.
Off to the vets with them tomorrow; as I said the pups are both males but one of them has a problem straight away...Normally a dogs penis is totally sheathed, but with one of them there is no evidence of a sheath and his penis is totally exposed from root to tip; this is something completely new to me, Ive never come across this problem before. I'm hoping my regular vet will have some ideas. If anyone else out there has encountered this before please let me know.
So now we have 5...Looney Tunes is about to start all over again...Our little house can just about cope with the three we had, mainly because they are quite happy to chill out in between walks; dont know what to do about the newcomers.
Fate seems to have a way with us...our village is built around a cross roads with all roads out leading to other villages; it has become something of a dumping ground for unwanted pups and bitches who have been bred from and then abandoned and whereas the locals can walk past the abandoned dogs seemingly uncaring, I'm afraid I cant, and neither can my wife. I sometimes get the feeling that we were meant to come here...
One thing I have learned since coming here; you can never know whats around the corner; the only way to live life is to wing it!
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