i took sam on a long walk back to the rspca today. not "back" as in we're giving him up -- heaven forbid! -- but to have their vet see him, because of his little pooblem. we got deworming pills and a prescription for antibiotics, so now whatever is being mean to his tummy should be very afraid. that is, if we successfully get him to eat the pills.
the nice staff at the rescue centre were, of course, pleased to see sam, and to hear that he and we were settling well with each other. what was even cooler was that when we left the centre, a cute enforcement officer, or whatever they're called, peeked out from his car and asked if that was an inuit dog. i replied in the affirmative. he asked if we'd gotten it from the centre. yup. it turned out he was the one who rescued the dog. apparently, sam had been left behind by a breeder who got into some trouble. it was good to get a fuller picture of his history -- i'd imagined him being left somewhere tied to a fence, which for this people-loving animal would have been a disaster of great magnitude. i mean, just leaving him to enter a shop for a few minutes has him howling to the heavens.
we then went to the nearby vet to pick up sam's antibiotics. as soon as the receptionist saw us, she exclaimed "is that the one that just was here with the rspca?"
it seems we got ourselves an unforgettable dog. except by certain breeders, that is.
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