Imagine driving down the street and seeing a dog in obviously desperate need of help; dirty, emaciated with ribs, hips and spine poking out, scuffed and scarred up, scared and in such sad shape that he’s practically oblivious to his surroundings just wandering down the street.  This is the beginning of Flint’s story, at least the only story that his rescuers know…

My fiancé left for work one morning, and not 5 minutes later I get a call from her. She came across this poor, obliviously unaware dog in the middle of the street, who almost got hit by one or two cars. She couldn’t seem to say no to this dog, and pulled aside to get his attention, just as another driver nearly hits him. She just really couldn’t let him end up dead, and honestly, I have no doubt he would have died had we not decided to help.

Now, this isn’t something we go around doing all the time. She just could NOT say no. So, we took him to my place nearby, and bathed of the hundreds of fleas that were on him. It took about 3 re-washes with flea killer shampoo. It was obvious he could use some food, so I bought a large can of dog food at a nearby convenient store and fed him. We took him to the vet to get a full examination and some meds for what he could take at that moment. He had heart worms, as well as two other types of worms (I forget exactly what, but one was rare, though treatable).

After meds, shots, pre-meds, fattening up a little, pre-heartworm treatment, slightly more fattening, full heartworm treatment, and much patience (and money), Flint made it through everything. Heartworm and ailment free, his entire shiny coat is fully grown, and he’s the most overbearingly loving potato of a pet that is our dog.

Ah Beautiful!  What a difference a month makes!

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