More news from the ASPCA’s Record-Breaking Dog Fighting Raid. Five hundred souls await evaluations to determine what will happen to them…
Click on this link to go to The Animal Rescue site! By clicking on the button, the site’s sponsors contribute to the food and care of shelter animals. The best part is it takes two seconds, and you can click it every single day – John’s idea was to save the link in our inboxes so we’d remember to do it each morning as we logged in! Brilliant!
Also, the site has a shopping section with a ton of really great pet products (and very cute human items as well), and the proceeds from those sales also go to help animals. I’m thinking about getting this Organic Plush Bone for Emmett and Lucas!
The ASPCA announced that they aided in the largest dog fighting crackdown in U.S. history. Click here to read about the raid and subsequent arrests, and learn what you can do to help.
“My dog, she looks at me sometimes with that look, and I think maybe deep down inside she must know exactly how I feel. But then maybe she just wants the food off my plate.”
Lucas had surgery to remove what the vet thought was a hemangioma (a small, benign growth) on Thursday. The pathology came back as an angiokeratoma, which I guess is a little rarer, but still benign, thank goodness. The spot was on his chest, in between his arms. It’s not a spot he can lick, so he’s free from wearing the cone this time around, but he’s unable to play or run for 10 days. Yeesh! We’ll see how that goes… for him and for us!
Also, the boys hate (HATE) fireworks. With each pop, their hackles go up as they jump around, woofing in circles, dashing from one end of the house to another. So while we hoped you all would have a very happy, very enjoyable Fourth, we planned to hide in our house, shades draw, with TV turned way up to hopefully drown out the horror that is this holiday! However, turned out we didn’t need to panic because it poured buckets the whole day and through the night. While we secretly celebrated the fact that there would be no fireworks, little did we know that our town postponed all festivities until last night! So around 9:30 PM on a Sunday night, the fireworks started. Poor Lucas: his nostrils flared, his hackles rose, he barked his little head off. Luckily for all our sanity, the madness was over by 10:45, so we were able to calm him down and get to bed!
All in all, this has been a rough few days for Lucas. He goes to have his stitches checked on Thursday, but then he gets to go visit Otto for a full day of fun (assuming the stitches are able to come out, of course)!