Richard Ward
Today started out like any other day until I went outside to go across the street to the bank. This poor girl was on 411, a very busy road, walking slowly in a lane.
She’s fur and bones and really stiff. She is shaking badly after a bath. Her fur was matted and there was flea dander, although I didn’t see any fleas.
My head has hurt since I found her because I’ve cried so much from seeing her suffer.
She looks like a cross between Alf and a fox. I am thinking about calling her Alfie. Obviously I don’t need another dog while living in town, especially one that needs a lot of care, but life handed me her.
I’ll do what I can for her. If she doesn’t respond well, I’ll see if I can find a chiropractic vet to help her.
