fifty5
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Jul 20, 2003
- Posts
- 3,619
A few years ago, I opened the door to a parcel delivery man and a dog ran into the house.
It took all day to find out who she belonged to and take her back to her owner.
A few months later, the girl who owned the dog turned up on the doorstep. She and her boyfriend had been slung out of their house (they really ought to have paid the rent!) and had to move to a 'no pets' flat. Would we take care of George?
So we acquired a Dobermann Pinscher bitch (named after Georgina in the Famous Five). Nervous as hell, but ever so sweet... and we never managed to house-train her properly, but...
Well, a few months ago, she started staggering. It turned out that it was a condition not rare in Dobermanns - a problem in the spinal column in the neck that impairs nerve communication.
Coming down stairs, she couldn't always quite control those back legs, so (despite medication) one of us had to walk down in front of her ready to catch if she slipped.
It got worse. Despite stronger medication, as she crouched to start down, she lost control of more than her legs at the back, so is was back with the shovel after we'd got down.
We still loved her.
And she was still so pleased (don't get hit by that tail when it wags! Oh, you won't...) when she got down OK.
This morning she vomited all last night's meal in the computer room up in the attic.
I got her downstairs to go in the garden, but she just stood on the step, swaying, so back into the house.
A couple of hours later she still hadn't come up to the computer room, so I went down to find her.
And found her lying stiffly on the kitchen floor with her tongue hanging out.
Picked her up and rushed her to the vet.
"She's in shock. We could put her on intensive care, with a drip, etc, but..."
So we came back without George - and all three of us got drunk before lunch time.
-----------------------------------------------
As I say, 'sorry to rain on your parade', but I just had to let it out.
One more brandy, then bed.
f5
It took all day to find out who she belonged to and take her back to her owner.
A few months later, the girl who owned the dog turned up on the doorstep. She and her boyfriend had been slung out of their house (they really ought to have paid the rent!) and had to move to a 'no pets' flat. Would we take care of George?
So we acquired a Dobermann Pinscher bitch (named after Georgina in the Famous Five). Nervous as hell, but ever so sweet... and we never managed to house-train her properly, but...
Well, a few months ago, she started staggering. It turned out that it was a condition not rare in Dobermanns - a problem in the spinal column in the neck that impairs nerve communication.
Coming down stairs, she couldn't always quite control those back legs, so (despite medication) one of us had to walk down in front of her ready to catch if she slipped.
It got worse. Despite stronger medication, as she crouched to start down, she lost control of more than her legs at the back, so is was back with the shovel after we'd got down.
We still loved her.
And she was still so pleased (don't get hit by that tail when it wags! Oh, you won't...) when she got down OK.
This morning she vomited all last night's meal in the computer room up in the attic.
I got her downstairs to go in the garden, but she just stood on the step, swaying, so back into the house.
A couple of hours later she still hadn't come up to the computer room, so I went down to find her.
And found her lying stiffly on the kitchen floor with her tongue hanging out.
Picked her up and rushed her to the vet.
"She's in shock. We could put her on intensive care, with a drip, etc, but..."
So we came back without George - and all three of us got drunk before lunch time.
-----------------------------------------------
As I say, 'sorry to rain on your parade', but I just had to let it out.
One more brandy, then bed.
f5
We lost our dog to cancer about a month ago and I still can't get over it.
