I finished my sleep in at 7am, the dogs behaved themselves over night, Barley; my favorite dog, slept in bed with me and we got a decent amount of sleep. I woke up feeling much better than yesterday. I walked to the French bakery down the road and had an omelette for breakfast, then got a couple more hours sleep.
My afternoon shift started at 1pm. Today was the 'Happy Dog Beach Walk'...We were taking 8 dogs to the beach at Time for Lime, (the cooking school and restaurant which funds the welfare centre), there was to be a raffle, food, drinks and a dog walk, all to raise money for the centre. Once again I drew the short straw and was one of the two volunteers that had to stay at the centre whilst the fun stuff was happening else where. It was a busy shift with only Victoria and I working. We had phone call from a restaurant owner to stay that a dog had been hit by a car and was laying at the side of the road. I managed to get hold of the centre manager, Matt, who was close to where the accident had happened in the LAW truck, he picked up the dog and brought it back to the centre.
The vets treated the dog the best they could and after receiving pain relief he was hooked up to a drip and put into a cage for us to keep an eye on over night.
Tonight was Anna's first sleep in. Hal the vet had told me that the dog from the road accident probably would die over night, I didn't want Anna to have to deal with that so I said that I would stay at the centre with her, rather than go to Time for Lime for drinks with the others. Hal left me a syringe full of drugs that I could give to the dog if it became agitated during the night. Later on when I checked on the dog it had stopped breathing, I listened for a heartbeat, it was dead, Anna was upset and I was glad that I had stayed.
Not long after that, the phone ran again, a man was on the way with another dog, it had also been involved in a road accident. I called Vicky who was the on call vet, she arrived just before the man and his dog. The owner had been driving along with the dog in the back of his pick-up truck, common practice here in Thailand. Somewhere during the journey the she had jumped or fallen from the truck and been dragged alone behind it. She was a lovely English Bull Terrier, named Gourgi. Luckily, her wounds were only superficial. I held her still while Vicky cleaned her up. After some painkillers and antibiotics she was on her way home. It was nice to see a dog with an owner, most dogs here are wild, or at least semi-wild. Some have people who feed them each day but don't actually own them. Gourgi had an owner who loved and cared for her and it was refreshing and heart warming to see. Her owner was Australian and had brought the her to Thailand with him when he emigrated.
Today has been hectic... I'm off to bed!
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