前天釣魚的時候,遇到了超莫名其妙的事情,當我跟朋友在釣的時候,突然有一隻小狗從水裡出現在我們面前!Yes, a dog! 😳 牠筋疲力竭的游著想把頭離開水面,我朋友就把牠拉到岸上。
牠真可憐,一直發抖然後站的不穩因為腿受傷了。😔 我們就把牠送去寵物醫院,看牠有沒有植入ID晶片,但很不幸,牠沒有。所以寵物醫院的人建議我們帶牠去一個動物收容中心,然後我們就送牠去了。
雖然我希望牠不用去收容中心,但至少牠現在很安全也乾了。本來會有很糟糕的結局,因為當牠在水裡掙扎時水溫很低,而且有時候這個湖裡還有鱷魚! 這小狗好可愛很乖,希望很快會有人領養牠,給牠一個好的家。
Man... probably one of the strangest, most disturbing things happened yesterday on the water. While fishing, a lil dog’s face suddenly popped up outta the water right at the bank where we were fishing from. Yes, a dog! 😳
The poor dog was struggling to keep her head above the water bc she was losing strength from all the paddling. So, a fishing buddy lifted her out of the water and onto the bank. Poor lil girl was shivering like crazy, super skinny, and could barely stand because of an injured leg. 😞
We took her to the vet to get scanned for an ID chip, but they didn’t find one. So they gave us a list of animal shelters and we dropped her off at one. Although I wish there was a better option, at least she’s safe and dry now (the water in the lake was pretty cold and supposedly a gator sometimes likes to hang out there!).
The whole situation was just so bizarre and sad. Had my friend not noticed her, things could have ended up differently.
If you know who this sweet lil girl belongs to or are interested in adopting her, please contact Missouri City Animal Services: 281-403-8707. Thanks!
sad dog face 在 So Yi Chun蘇伊俊 Facebook 的精選貼文
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WHY DOGS LIVE LESS THAN HUMAN
Here's the surprising answer of a 6 year old child.
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker‘s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that dogs' lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ”I know why.”
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.
He said, ”People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The six-year-old continued,
”Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay for as long as we do.”
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
• When your loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
• Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
• Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
• Take naps.
• Stretch before rising.
• Run, romp, and play daily.
• Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
• Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
• On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
• On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
• When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
• Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
• Be faithful.
• Never pretend to be something you’re not.
• If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
• When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
That's the secret of happiness that we can learn from a good dog.
sad dog face 在 主播 路怡珍 Facebook 的精選貼文
【這幾年我看過最好的短文
--有關於愛的逝去,和我們終將擁有的勇敢】
ARE we born with fears? Are we born happy or sad?
Are we born needing to be loved unconditionally and comforted throughout our lives?
Yes to all of the above.
But who will comfort us without asking for anything in return? A mother, maybe. But a dog, for sure.
Before I understood the love of dogs, I was terrified of them, big and small.
It was common knowledge that if you weren’t wary, a dog would rip your face off.
Life went on just fine without a dog.
And then something catastrophic happened. Tibor, my husband, was terminally ill. We had two young children. The mood was grim. And someone had the idea of getting a dog. A dog would comfort the children. A dog would be a mood elevator.
Well, we make leaps in this world. Things change. For the worse. And then for the better.
We surprised the children. He scrambled into their room. He was an Irish Wheaten. A scruffy pink cartoon of a dog. We thought about naming him Einstein but then chose Pete. A wise choice given the state of his intellect. He was the mood elevator that we hoped he would be for the entire family. Laughter!
And then, within days or hours or minutes, he became my solace and comfort. My constant companion, confidant, muse, therapist, teacher. My sweet love.
But he also acted just like a dog.
Dozens of shoes chewed. My lovely Leica camera chewed. Books, chairs, dolls, underpants. All chewed to shreds.
Did I care? Not one bit. Not one iota of one bit.
How could I have known? He burst into my life, amused me endlessly with his antics, modeled for drawings without complaining. Stayed by my side all day and all night.
It is true he was not fond of the sweaters that my mother knitted for him, with the Bauhaus P so beautiful on his back. Perhaps in those days he contemplated running away. I do not know; I do know he didn’t like the endless fittings, and when he saw me taking out the sweater, he would dash across the room and hide.
But he stayed.
Pete outlived Tibor. He came with me when I went to visit Tibor’s grave. Sat under the tree. Watched me weep, saying not a word.
And then, in a few years, it was Pete’s turn to die. And I held him and said goodbye.
I have not been able to replace Pete. Because he holds my heart. Or because I am selfish and don’t want to think about walking a dog. Or I travel so much. Or I want my shoes not chewed. Or because the children are now grown and live in their own homes. Or because I am afraid of a broken heart.
Our loved ones leave us. And we are shocked to discover that the world goes on. And there is even fun and merriment.
I still have Pete’s sweaters.
Waiting for another dog who might like a sweater with a beautiful letter P.
Pickles? Pookie? Maybe just Pete. We shall see.
http://cn.nytimes.com/opinion/20151021/c21kalman/en-us/