John Gryphon
Well-Known Member
My old dog in the tale from this morning (link below) had his face smashed,we had yarded Angus weaners to go to a feed lot and a B-double was assigned to carry them. We loaded 80 odd and after some yap time with the driver I headed over to my house then jumped into my ute and headed up the back to the dog trap site and salted the area with some good deer gut runners and contents. On return with the paunch I washed it and cut it into three and fed the bitch and the pup their pieces which they basically inhaled ha ha. Then called for old boy,no sign,I looked high and low and after some time I found him in the Kubota in the shed bleeding from the mouth and with an obviously broken jaw that rattled when he shook his head. One quick look was enough to tell me that there was going to be a bad end after a walk up the back but I rang a vet based an hour away and they were happy to take him immediately.
I got him over there and said "fix him" 12 years of faithful service,friendship,fun and hunting meant that a few grand was **** all for his value to me as my mate.
On returning home a phone message was quite positive after initial x-rays etc and surgery is slotted for tomorrow.
You know he had never in his life stepped into a humans kennel ever and I was surprised that he walked into the vets with me. Fingers crossed.
As I found out later what had happened as I was driving off with the guts and the owner was finished yapping to the driver the semi moved and he drove over the old sleeping dog unknowingly and as the truck had been idling for some time in getting the air up the old boy never realised that it was going to move.
Sorted some meat out this morn.
I got him over there and said "fix him" 12 years of faithful service,friendship,fun and hunting meant that a few grand was **** all for his value to me as my mate.
On returning home a phone message was quite positive after initial x-rays etc and surgery is slotted for tomorrow.
You know he had never in his life stepped into a humans kennel ever and I was surprised that he walked into the vets with me. Fingers crossed.
As I found out later what had happened as I was driving off with the guts and the owner was finished yapping to the driver the semi moved and he drove over the old sleeping dog unknowingly and as the truck had been idling for some time in getting the air up the old boy never realised that it was going to move.
Sorted some meat out this morn.
