Last week, a shepherd-husky-ish puppy fell off a 4th balcony of his foster home. The foster home assumed the puppy was dead cause it wasn't moving, and 15 minutes later realized the pup had vanished.
Some good samaritan found her, and brought her to work, and shortly after the foster home showed up - the SPCA was not going to put a penny in this puppy since if it had come at the SPCA that way, they'd have euthanized her.
The people who found her decided to take ownership and pay for treatments.
We robert-jones (super thick, tight) bandaged her totally fractured foot (4 digits broken clean at the 2nd phalanx) and got some good pain meds on board. The next day, the good samaritans brought her to the orthopedic surgeon and she got pins and screws and is all casted up. She was in today for a checkup (and a possible urinary infection).
She is doing fantastic (aside from the urination issue) and that made my day!
“Your birth is a mistake you'll spend your whole life trying to correct.” Chuck Palahniuk
I love pus but I hate people.
I can say words like undifferentiated gonads now!