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CAUTION: Some may consider these gruesome photos...
The weather was so nice out this morning, the humidity was low and a nice soft breeze was blowing. It was such a beautiful morning out, that hubby said "Let's hitch up and go for a drive". With that, he hitched up his stallion, Rolex, and I hitched up my mare, Desi-Lu. We went for a nice long drive out on the forestry trails. We went to the other side of town though, where the fires were well off aways from us still.
We were going along well, and having such a nice time with open air, there was no sign of smoke left, as the humidity was low and breeze was blowing away from us. Still...as we went down this one trail we could smell the stinch of death, thick in the air. As we rounded a bend, there was this little dog in the middle of the roadway. It was pacing back and forth as if trying to block us off from our treck down the roadway, the closer we got to it, the more it paced back and forth as if it didn't know where to go, but didn't want to leave it's "ground" that it seemed to be guarding. So we kept going toward it to see what must have it so determined to fend of off, and the closer we got, the heavier the stinch of death got. It was horrible. Then we were right up to it, and we saw it. As we approached, it then hunkered down underneath a little thicket hut that it must have made for itself for cover, just a few feet off the roadway. There in front of it though was the skeletal remains of what must have been another dog. It's main carcass still intact, with it's shoulders hips, legs and possibly it's head with what was left of hit's hide draped over it, resting just beyond the body's skeleton.
We can only gather that this poor little dog must have watched his running mate die and he must have decided to take guard over it's remains, loyal to his lost friend to the very end. Bless his precious little heart. Well, we tried to coax him back out of his little hunker hut to see if he was "OK". He was so scared though, he didn't want to leave his lost friend. So Lee said let's go back home and get some food to coax him out. I was like, we can't just leave him here, my gosh he was so horribly THIN, nothing more than a skeleton himself with hide draped over his bones. Still alive, but only days away from death's door himself, if we left him there. Then Lee said if we can get him to come out of the thicket hut he was hunkered down in, then we could take him home...but we'd have to leave him at least for a bit till we could go get some food to come back with for him.
Well, as we turned to leave, he came right out and came right up to me as if saying...ok, I am afraid of you, but PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME????
Broke my heart to no end! Well he let me pet him and he began to feel less afraid of us, so I scooped him up and put him on my cart and we took him home with us. He had no collar on, so we don't know who he must belong to. He looks to be a Walker Hound, and was probably a runner dog during hunting season out there, and was left behind, he and his friend. Well, sadly, his friend didn't make it, heaven have mercy. But, I'm so thankful we found him before it was too late for him too.
Gosh, he must have stayed right there with his little friend so long that the stinch of death in the air was seaped into his own skin and coat, he wreaks something awful. Is all eat up with fleas and ticks, has a few cuts and scrapes, is a bag of bones...but other than all that, he's such a beautiful little soul. When we got him home, we gave him a little bit of food and some water. He dove into both bowls...so we gave him only a little in moderation at first, and throughout the remainder of the day, gave him a little bit at a time more. I gave him a good scrubbing bath, and I hope it gives him at least some relief from the fleas and ticks, but the stinch is still with him. I guess he'll need a couple more baths throughout the next several days for that to dissipate from him too, hopefully.
The bones of remains of his little friend, gosh, they were picked clean. Only the parts laying just above the skeleton still had bits of hide still on it. When I first looked into his sweet little eyes, he just looks so full of sorrowful dispair, that I wondered if he must have had to endure seeing the vultures devour his little friend as he was hunkered down under the thicket hut for cover. I don't know, but that's how I felt when I realized how devoted he was to staying there to guard over it's remains, even if not leaving meant his own eventual demise from starvation. God bless him.
But, SO THANKFUL that he's resting peacefully now, and has a HOME here with us now, for as long as God continues to grant us the privilege to love him and provide care to him. We'll be taking him to the vet this week to get him checked over and started on any needed worming regimen. Plus, we also want to see about getting him neutered, but that may have to wait till he's a little healthier. We'll see what our vet says, I guess, before we put him through too much though.
Here are the photos we took of his thicket hut, where he was hunkdered down when we first approaced upon him, it's just feet away from the remains of his little friend.
CAUTION: Some may consider these gruesome.
Here are photos him, after we got him home with us.
Poor baby, it hurts to look at him, he's so terribly skinny!
He must have been out there just "surviving" all alone for months now, ever since the end of hunting season. I'm so thankful we found him, but I wish we could have gone down that trail weeks ago in time to have been able to save his little friend too. God rest his/her sweet little soul.
After we got him home and fed/watered and cleaned up, we went back up there to bury the remains. That's when we took the photos of where/how we found him.
Then after we got back home, we hitched the horses back up to go for another drive, since our first one was shortened, but this time we just drove around our home property here. That's when I took the photos above of "Tracker" (that's what we named him, since he must be a hunting dog, so we named him "Tracker")
and while I had the camera out, I snapped a couple pics of hubby "Driving Miss Desi", coming up the back side of our property.
That's Trixi, our border collie, as she ran out to greet them coming in, LOL.
The weather was so nice out this morning, the humidity was low and a nice soft breeze was blowing. It was such a beautiful morning out, that hubby said "Let's hitch up and go for a drive". With that, he hitched up his stallion, Rolex, and I hitched up my mare, Desi-Lu. We went for a nice long drive out on the forestry trails. We went to the other side of town though, where the fires were well off aways from us still.
We were going along well, and having such a nice time with open air, there was no sign of smoke left, as the humidity was low and breeze was blowing away from us. Still...as we went down this one trail we could smell the stinch of death, thick in the air. As we rounded a bend, there was this little dog in the middle of the roadway. It was pacing back and forth as if trying to block us off from our treck down the roadway, the closer we got to it, the more it paced back and forth as if it didn't know where to go, but didn't want to leave it's "ground" that it seemed to be guarding. So we kept going toward it to see what must have it so determined to fend of off, and the closer we got, the heavier the stinch of death got. It was horrible. Then we were right up to it, and we saw it. As we approached, it then hunkered down underneath a little thicket hut that it must have made for itself for cover, just a few feet off the roadway. There in front of it though was the skeletal remains of what must have been another dog. It's main carcass still intact, with it's shoulders hips, legs and possibly it's head with what was left of hit's hide draped over it, resting just beyond the body's skeleton.
We can only gather that this poor little dog must have watched his running mate die and he must have decided to take guard over it's remains, loyal to his lost friend to the very end. Bless his precious little heart. Well, we tried to coax him back out of his little hunker hut to see if he was "OK". He was so scared though, he didn't want to leave his lost friend. So Lee said let's go back home and get some food to coax him out. I was like, we can't just leave him here, my gosh he was so horribly THIN, nothing more than a skeleton himself with hide draped over his bones. Still alive, but only days away from death's door himself, if we left him there. Then Lee said if we can get him to come out of the thicket hut he was hunkered down in, then we could take him home...but we'd have to leave him at least for a bit till we could go get some food to come back with for him.
Well, as we turned to leave, he came right out and came right up to me as if saying...ok, I am afraid of you, but PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME????
Broke my heart to no end! Well he let me pet him and he began to feel less afraid of us, so I scooped him up and put him on my cart and we took him home with us. He had no collar on, so we don't know who he must belong to. He looks to be a Walker Hound, and was probably a runner dog during hunting season out there, and was left behind, he and his friend. Well, sadly, his friend didn't make it, heaven have mercy. But, I'm so thankful we found him before it was too late for him too.
Gosh, he must have stayed right there with his little friend so long that the stinch of death in the air was seaped into his own skin and coat, he wreaks something awful. Is all eat up with fleas and ticks, has a few cuts and scrapes, is a bag of bones...but other than all that, he's such a beautiful little soul. When we got him home, we gave him a little bit of food and some water. He dove into both bowls...so we gave him only a little in moderation at first, and throughout the remainder of the day, gave him a little bit at a time more. I gave him a good scrubbing bath, and I hope it gives him at least some relief from the fleas and ticks, but the stinch is still with him. I guess he'll need a couple more baths throughout the next several days for that to dissipate from him too, hopefully.
The bones of remains of his little friend, gosh, they were picked clean. Only the parts laying just above the skeleton still had bits of hide still on it. When I first looked into his sweet little eyes, he just looks so full of sorrowful dispair, that I wondered if he must have had to endure seeing the vultures devour his little friend as he was hunkered down under the thicket hut for cover. I don't know, but that's how I felt when I realized how devoted he was to staying there to guard over it's remains, even if not leaving meant his own eventual demise from starvation. God bless him.
But, SO THANKFUL that he's resting peacefully now, and has a HOME here with us now, for as long as God continues to grant us the privilege to love him and provide care to him. We'll be taking him to the vet this week to get him checked over and started on any needed worming regimen. Plus, we also want to see about getting him neutered, but that may have to wait till he's a little healthier. We'll see what our vet says, I guess, before we put him through too much though.
Here are the photos we took of his thicket hut, where he was hunkdered down when we first approaced upon him, it's just feet away from the remains of his little friend.
CAUTION: Some may consider these gruesome.
Here are photos him, after we got him home with us.
Poor baby, it hurts to look at him, he's so terribly skinny!
After we got him home and fed/watered and cleaned up, we went back up there to bury the remains. That's when we took the photos of where/how we found him.
Then after we got back home, we hitched the horses back up to go for another drive, since our first one was shortened, but this time we just drove around our home property here. That's when I took the photos above of "Tracker" (that's what we named him, since he must be a hunting dog, so we named him "Tracker")
That's Trixi, our border collie, as she ran out to greet them coming in, LOL.
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