It's been a week ago already. Both Rod and me weren't paying attention to the dogs. Too sick, too much going on. The buckle of the rope Marley was supposed to be tied on was faulty. Marley and Scooter went of for a run.
An hour later Martin came by in his car. That he'd shot the dogs because they'd killed a sheep. That the gendarmerie was there and were going to put them both down. That Scooter had a broken leg. That Marley was ok. I was in shock. Rod jumped in the car.
When he went there the maire was there but no gendarmerie. The dogs were alive in a stable. Rod endured a half hour tirade, then they had a coffee and Rod and the dogs came home.
Scooter's leg was all floppy. I took him to the vet. An x-ray showed his feamur was in bits and pieces. Another vet could operate on him the next day.
After a 4 hour surgery the vet had pieced his leg back together. When I picked him up on Saturday Scoot was a miserable little pile of dog.
I've been on the verge of tears all week, but today both Scooter and me are feeling a little bit brighter. He sleeps most of the day and lies in the sun in the afternoon. He is on loads of antibiotics and has a foot long zip on his thigh.
I'm sorry about the sheep, but I find the damage done to the dog out of proportion. Expensice too. Looking at the x-ray the dog have been shot at very close range. The guy could have grabbed him by his collar.
Everybody we know has heard about the sheep incident. It's probably the most exciting thing that has been going on for quite some time. I'm really tired. I wish my life was boring too, but it just never seems to get there.
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But did they really KILL that sheep? Do you know how they did it, or what got into them? And did you have to compensate the owner of the sheep for his loss?
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