Leaving the old house today, I saw these two dirty puppies right on our front doorstep. Ok, it was more like gate-step. They looked bewildered, looking around as if seeing everything for the first time. Since our old house runs along a very busy street, the things were in very real danger of getting run down the way they were blundering about. I stood there transfixed, torn between having to leave and go back to work, or get the puppies and bring them home. I looked closely and I saw that one of them had really bad wounds on it’s legs. And both of them had mites, which irritated their skin and makes them lose their fur.
One of the puppies looked at me and it’s stare never wavered… until it came to me and licked my fingers. There really was nothing I could do except put them in a box and bring them straight to the vet. I resolved to take care of these puppies and make them healthy. Recent events at home have left me severely cash strapped, and taking the puppies to the vet very nearly took out the very last cent out of my wallet. But I didn’t care. If I left them there, I’m sure it would be something I would very severely regret.
Regret aside, looking at them and their sorry state… how could I leave them? The decision was already made as soon as I saw them.
The vets were surprised to see me, but nevertheless glad that I decided to take on a pet again. Two of them. The puppies had nothing that can’t be fixed and healed. I took this picture (and more) while waiting at the vet just so I can have a record of what they looked like when I first got them.