May 16th, 2012 | Uncategorized | 2 Comments
It was an early start for me as I had to get to AFCD to take out some dogs (another group from a regular source at Stanley Barracks) before going to the warehouse in the afternoon for some sorting for the Excelsior Sale on Saturday 26th. It happened to be the only day that Acorn could fit in dogs for surgery (desexing) so I couldn’t put it off until later in the week. There was no way round it, I had to be at Pokfulam in the morning which meant everything else done in a rush. I made it by 12.30am having already told the AFCD staff that I’d be coming, and I knew which dogs I’d be taking so it was all done quite quickly. All the dogs from Stanley Barracks are very friendly as they have obviously been fed by the soldiers (I guess) or at least someone there, so it was easy to slip collars over their heads and walk them out of their kennels. After three young adults had been licensed I was asked about the old Samoyed (nearly fourteen) that had been surrendered last week. I had been thinking about this poor dog too, wondering how long it was going to have to wait before being put to sleep and if I should take it out myself. I don’t know if these senior dogs are just old or if they’re sick too, so it’s always a difficult choice. Finally I’d had enough of seeing the Samoyed in her thick winter coat sitting there just waiting, so I said I’d take her.
I could see the wall of rain ahead as we were driving towards Sai Ying Pun, and it was hammering down when we reached Acorn. There was no choice but to make a dash for it, and in my haste to get from the van to the clinic I completely forgot that for the old Samoyed the jump from the back of the van to the street was a big one, and the poor girl collapsed in a heap on the road. I felt terrible as I scooped her up, apologising profusely and mentally slapping myself for my hurried thoughtlessness, and thank goodness dogs are so forgiving. Anyway, after having checked the other three in for the usual (health check, heartworm test and Proheart (assuming negative), vaccination and desex) it was the Samoyed’s turn. I’d called her Misty, and apart from arthritic hips and terrible teeth, she seemed to be in reasonable condition given her advanced years. I’d already been busy texting Maria about a potential foster home and she managed to sort out a very temporary one (for a week) after which time we’ll at least have an idea of how active or not Misty is, and whether we can and should go ahead with getting her teeth done. Blood tests are a must for dogs of this age if they are going to be having a general anaeasthetic and Misty’s looked fine, but it’s still a big deal at fourteen (for a larger dog).
Misty may live for another few months or a few years, so if anyone is willing to give a home to a very sweet old girl, please email email@example.com and let Maria know.
Another old dog that I’d recently taken from AFCD, not really knowing if I’d be taking her to Acorn to be gently euthanised or to be given a new lease of life, was tiny Yorkie girl Rocket, and I’m delighted to say that she has now been adopted. Generally the smaller the dog the longer the life expectancy, so although Rocket is the same age as Misty she can probably look forward to a good few happy years yet. At the moment she loves her walks and is a speedy little thing, which is why I called her Rocket.
The dachshund Coffee was ready to leave Acorn after desexing, so we drove back to Ap Lei Chau Homing Centre to drop her off and I asked a volunteer to let Hing (the driver) know that he would need to take me (and others) to the warehouse in Shaukeiwan at two o’clock. That left me half an hour at the office (at the other end of Main Street) where I met up with Linda and our “Retail Volunteer”, Maryann. Two o’clock came and went and there was no sign of the van, so I checked with Iris at the Homing Centre. She told me Hing wasn’t there and after calling his mobile discovered that he was already at the warehouse, something about the arrangements obviously having got lost in translation and meaning that we had to take a taxi instead.
The rest of the afternoon was spent rifling through all the boxes and shelves and sorting out what we would be sending to the Excelsior. I also discovered four of those large striped “amah bags” filled with human clothes which had been donated some time ago when a shop closed down. They are mostly pretty floaty chiffon-type dresses and tops, sheer little numbers that would look great on a slim figure and perfect for summer evenings, so check out the selection when you’re buying for your dog. The prices are ridiculously low.
I forgot to mention that on Sunday I was presented with a “cheque” for $500 by Bianca Lee who won the Capstone Prep Education Center “Speak for a Cause” competition. Students were requested to choose from any Hong Kong charity that contributes to the local community and explain with passion and detail the outreach/mission describing exactly whom it aids and illustrating its impact, ultimately aiming to raise funds for charity organisation, and Bianca chose HKDR. Apart from the actual money raised, it’s also very encouraging to see the younger generation growing up with awareness of charities and their causes, and particularly dogs (and all pets) and caring enough to go out an do something about it.
A couple of lovely updates about foster dogs that are now ready for homes: the first one is a very sweet poodle called Flower. She came to us with bad skin and in general poor condition, but thanks to a great foster she’s all fixed and looking good. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsBZhdYsbro&feature=youtube_gdata_player
The second one is Prissy, the very small shih tzu girl who was picked up from the street looking pretty awful and not a happy girl at all. She’s already perked up and is a very sweet and lively girl, only two years old judging by the condition of her teeth, and apart from her skin needing time to recover (no big deal) she’s ready for a home. If you’re looking for a very cute, small and sweet-natured dog, then Prissy could be the girl of your dreams.