Ancodia's First Puppy Rescue. Kinda.

Ancodia's First Puppy Rescue. Kinda.
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I rescued a puppy tonight. Kinda.

I was at trivia, and Chrissy phoned to ask me if I could pick up a wounded puppy and take it to Dr Superhero, who is open 24 hours; Chrissy was almost two hours away, and the lady who found the puppy only had Chrissy's number, and couldn't drive at night to take it to the vet. So I went. She's a she, and she has a big tear on the corner of her mouth, she's malnourished, and has raw patches all over her (from what I just don't know--she really looks as if she's run through a few hundred rose bushes--she has these little pricks all over her!)

So I left trivia and drove over to pick up the pup, and she was SO good! She just stayed in her box and never made one single sound the whole way to Dr Superhero; I kept the cabin light on and pretty much kept my hand on her just to make sure she was still breathing and everything.

Did I mention that my car is a standard shift? Yeah, it is (and yeah, I WANTED one; sought it out, in fact. I am a CONTROL FREAK, and *I* know better than any hunk of gears when shifting needs to occur). So the short of it is don't fear my putting on cosmetics--fear my animal rescues. :-)

Butsoanyway.

So I got Li'l Miss to Dr Superhero, and she seemed fine. I mean, definitely not in top shape, but the lady who found her (with the help of two guys across the street from her, but that's a whole 'nother story) said she ate, pooped, and peed, and was giving puppy kisses. So it sounds pretty promising. I think.

Dr Superhero is so amazingly amazing. :-) At the same time he was taking care of Li'l Miss here, he was also taking care of two big dogs that had been hit by the same car! And the car just drove off! I hope whoever that was rots in hell. I hope someone hits *them* and does something horrible like drive off. Bastard. The car that hit them ran all the way over one, and smacked the other so hard it spun around four or five times, the owners said (I had to wait a LONG time in the waiting room with them, 'cos I was near the bottom of the triage totem pole tonight, and understandably so). I told the owners (who had never been to Dr Superhero before) that he was amazing...and he really is. I cannot say it enough.

And earlier today, on the way to the nail place (oh, check out my picture below!), I saved a turtle. I live in a largely woody, lake-y, golf-y kind of area, and as I was driving, I saw what looked like a low-slung, fat cat goosestepping across the road in front of me.

'WTF?!?', I thought as I slowed down.

And yes, I was so wearing my glasses.

Since this is a two-lane road, the other cars behind me have no choice but to slow the hell down, and as I get closer, I see that it is this GINORMOUS turtle! This turtle was HUGE! So I pulled over, and tried to grab the turtle, but the little peckerhead goosestepped away from me, right under this SUV that was behind me!

AUGH! How can I help you if you can't even help yourself?!?

The lady in the SUV said she wouldn't move 'cos she thought it would be gross to run over a turtle, so I found a fallen smallish tree branch and tried to poke it into walking out the other side. Then the lady got out and took her tire jack out and tried to poke him (on the shell) from one side as I tried to get the tree branch behind him and slide him out. During all this, Titus Turtlever (I named him after Titus Welliver, 'cos I already used up the most obvious name--Einstein--on a turtle a few years ago, and no--I am not implying that Titus Welliver is as dumb as a turtle; he's probably pretty bright. I just thought 'Titus' would be a good name for a turtle--Titus Turtlever. I like it.) just scootched up in his shell, hoping that this would all work out for the best.

Finally we pushed him close enough that I could reach under and grab him and hope he didn't bite (turtles bite sometimes, right?), which he didn't. And that was really cool of him, 'cos I would be dreading explaining to my GP how I got rocky mountain spotted fever from a turtle.

...or turtle rabies, whatever. It would just HAVE to be something that would make my GP give me The Look and mention that other girls my age are coming in with crabs and cramps...not turtle rabies.

Butsoanyway.

So when I pulled it out from underneath the SUV, I grabbed it finally so its head was pointing away from me, and walked it all the way back down to the boat dock by the house where I figured that it came from while he peed on me. At least I think that was pee. Well, actually, I would rather *not* think about it, so I'm just going to assume that it was probably turtle pee. Now there's some gratitude for you.

And Titus was *heavy*! Heavier than Squoosh, and he is 9.5 lbs, and I think heavier than Romeo, who is 11.5 lbs. This was a big-ass turtle. And I tried to pep-talk it a little about how hiding in our shell when the going gets tough might not be the best thing to do in every situation. And the importance of asking directions. I sure hope Titus listened.

Butsoanyway.

On the drive back from Dr Superhero tonight, I took that same road and saw no sign of Titus, so I guess I picked the right place. Or maybe he just gave up; if that was where he'd come from, he walked a long way. For a turtle. And he was really booking it across the road when I first saw him! And at trivia I was eating nachos and telling about saving the turtle, and everyone stopped eating nachos and asked me if I was touching the nachos with turtle hands!

Sigh. No, I wash my hands. Regularly. Long enough to sing the alphabet. It was required in my household. Geez. Assholes.

So of *course*, I look down at my hands, give them my trademarked Bambi in the Headlights of a Buick(TM) look and say, 'no...why?'

Ha, HA! MY nachos! MINE!!!!!!

:-)

So...this has been a busy day. And I have to get some stuff ready for our meeting tomorrow. Pfft. I'm tired.

And I hope that Titus and Li'l Miss will be okay. I hope that we all will.

:-)