Sorry guys for not posting in a while. For the last 2-3 weeks I've been taking care of our canine family member Spunky. He is a full blooded Bull Mastiff Pitt. And a big one at that! One Saturday, my hubby was outside working on one of his cars (as usual) and I come out to bring him something to drink. Our neighbors were out grilling and one of them yelled across the yard "Chasity, Your dog is bleeding". I called him out from under the house and didn't think to much of it at first since he's gotten in oil and such before in the back yard. When he come up to me I just about past out. He had a massive chest would that was about 6" long and 3" wide. He was bleeding out everywhere. Of coarse, I started going into panic mode screaming for my Husband to come. This is what really upset me...since it was Saturday we only have one local (expensive) vet that takes emergency calls. The same vet in which I've been taking our Pomeranian I got this past Christmas to see. When we called they told my husband that they couldn't take him in because he was not a client! What? Not a client? Are you joking??!!! Lucky for us, my Husband works for the man who's Daughter runs the vet. So yeah, I called them! I totally went there. They told me not to worry about anything, to put my dog in the van and there will be someone up there waiting when I got there. And sure enough, there was three women waiting. Not too happy to see me, but they were there. We consider our animals like they are family. I will go to no end to save them.
Here is Spunk Chunk (as I like to call him) resting in our laundry room after surgery.
We still don't know exactly what happened to him or what he got into. The vet said he looks as if he tried to jump over a fence or it could have been a wild hog considering our location of where we live.
He is a real trooper. He never whined or acted like it bothered him!
She said that if we wouldn't have taken him up there, he would have died by morning.
He's my big Goof Ball..lol But I love him!