Good morning all!
Good morning, Danise!
DR S. Woody White, I can imagine that you and DerB are in quite a lot of pain this morning.
I can't help but feel somewhat sorry for the dog as well. Maybe he just didn't know how to greet someone the right way.
The only part, for me, that is physically painfull is the tetanus shot, right in the upper arm, which will probably be hurting for a couple more days. There's a bit of emotional pain, but I have to put that aside. And der B says he's feeling fine.
We're both feeling sad for Blackie, too. The dog has been abused and ignored, and now he'll be all but unplaceable. That's not good.
While at the hospital, the clerk who came in to quiz me on information told us that, by law, we had to report the incident to the SPCA. Well, the Delaware SPCA is the enemy, loves to put down dogs and any other animals at the drop of a cyanide pill. Der Brucer, who was with me in the room at the time, realized what was going on, and began to protest. The clerk, taking offense, told der B "I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to him," nodding in my direction. Then der B realized the second half of the situation, and said that any information the clerk needed, I could answer as truthfully as I could.
The joke on the system was, I didn't have the information the SPCA needed. I didn't know where the kennel where I was hit is located, just that it was somewhere in Pennsylvania. I didn't know the full names of the people caring for Blackie, or the name of their organization. And I didn't know how to contact them. So I had little, if any, information to give the SPCA. As they say, ignorance is bliss.
My thoughts and prayers are with our Dear TCB today. I wasn't going to take the laptop with me today but then thought I couldn't wait to get home to find out if there is any news about how he is doing.
Ditto.