Saturday, May 06, 2006
Who's yapping in there?
So, since as the Foster Coordinator, BMS will have very little time off in the next few months of kitten season, I pushed her out the door this week with instructions to take a couple days off.Such a nice boss I am. Of course, the ramifications are, this busy time of year, that I have to cover for her on my day off. The staff cringes when this happens, because I am a very poor imitation of BMS and the great work she does with our fosters and with the new Feral Fix program.
Anyhow, so this morning, I am getting the run down from ND, the shelter manager, in her office, figuring out all the stuff that needs to happen today (dang! these people are BUSY on Saturdays!) and I hear this yap-yap-yap-yap!!!!!! from a crate in the office.
I wondered what annoying puppy that could possibly be? Because surely a canine with lungs like that is 3 months old and anxious to see the world.
Nope. It was Bobbi.
"Bobbi," I ask? "The one who is supposed to be dying?"
Yes. The dog that was supposedly on the last few days/weeks of his little-dog life looks nowhere near like he plans to go along with the script. Apparently, a slightly higher dosage of his medication has worked wonders. He was visiting in ND's office this morning and non-too-happy with my interrupting their time together.
We still can't consider him a good candidate for adoption, because of his condition, but we'd be open to a kind-hearted "hospice" arrangement. If you are interested, let us know.
