Will you keep a stray dog that can't find a home?

I received a phone call from a local shopkeeper (I live in a rather remote agricultural area in South Africa and am famous for my love of animals). He said, "There is a seriously injured dog here. It was hit by a car. This is the thinnest dog I have ever seen. Are you coming, or shall I shoot? Please note that this is not such a cruel question as it sounds. There are worse things in the world than death, especially in Africa. I said I would bring a bowl of food and water.

When I arrived, I found the poor dog in bad condition. The shopkeeper didn't give him any water or food. He is worried that the dog may have rabies. Some people are idiots.

I fed the poor dog water, and it licked it again and again (so that rabies wouldn't get sick! I examined him very carefully and found that his pelvis and femur were broken, but there was no open wound. He is a skeleton from hand to mouth, but surprisingly he was castrated-obviously a DIY job. The tip of his ear was cut off (superstition) Some people are idiots.

I put the can in a bowl, put it behind my truck, and then picked up the dog. I totally thought it would be bitten, but it gave a slight whimper and then lay relaxed in my arms. Brave dog. The patient's dog. I carefully put it in the back of my van, and at that moment, I found it blind. I opened his gums and thought I would see an old dog's teeth. I didn't expect there was a deciduous tooth in front of his dog! He's only seven to nine months old! He ate all the food.

I took it directly to the nearest town to see the vet. She looked at him when I told her the limited history I knew. She asked me what I was going to do with the puppy, and I said that if she thought it would survive, I would send it to the local SPCA to raise a dog. I already have 5 dogs, 6 cats and 3 horses (all rescue). I try to avoid more animals because they cost a lot of money. When they die, my heart will break. I plan to immigrate when I am alone.

She said that no one would adopt a dog like him, so she would euthanize it immediately. I said, "Change of plans. I'm taking him home now. " God, this is really troublesome! "

Four years later, when I wrote this article, Spang was snoring on my most comfortable sofa. He is no longer thin, just a little lame. He is healthy and is the favorite of all other animals. Everything here is wrapped in padding and white cloth, and nothing has been moved to other places, so he knows where it is. He had an operation, which gave him a little sight in one eye.

He didn't know he was disabled. He runs at full speed in the garden and always puts my heart in my throat! He is an idiot. He taught me how to live.