Dog has something stuck in throat eating grass

Dog has something stuck in throat eating grass

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Dog has something stuck in throat eating grass," he said. "Can you come over and look at her for a few minutes?"

"Sure, I can try," I said, as I got out of the car.

"Come inside, we'll get her fixed up. What a terrible looking little dog you have."

The dog was still standing near the front door when I walked into the kitchen. "I'm glad you're here," I said. "This is the first time I've seen her. She looks like she's been beaten up."

"That's what happens when you leave a dog in a car," he said. "Poor thing."

"How often does this happen?" I asked.

"Too often," he said. "You know dogs have no concept of time, just as they have no concept of money." He went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. He took a few sips before he spoke again. "If this dog had a collar or tags, I would have taken her to the animal shelter."

"Did you have to leave your dog in your car?" I asked. "I don't think she would have been so cold if it had been a few degrees warmer."

"She's one of those lucky ones," he said. "The vet says she's not hurt. She's dehydrated and hungry. She also has an infection that needs to be treated. It's the result of a blow to the head."

"Did she get hit by a car?"

"Nope, some guy beat her up. I had to carry her into my house. If I hadn't have been here when you called, she probably would have died."

I looked at the little dog lying in the floor near the back door. She was still shivering. I pulled the collar off of her neck. She was a chocolate colored mutt. "How long will it take to get better?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said. "I've never had this kind of an emergency before."

"You'll be glad you did this one," I said.

"That's what I'm afraid of."

I went to the back door, opened it, and walked down to the lawn. There was the man who had attacked the dog, sitting on his porch. He must have been sitting there all night, I thought. His face was swollen and he looked half crazy. He was looking at the dog, trying to talk to her.

I looked at him, then looked at the dog. "I'm not supposed to do this, but I can't leave her here alone. She has no one to care for her. She's cold. She's hungry. She's sick. What am I supposed to do with her?" I asked.

"I know this must be hard for you, but I don't have anywhere to put her. You're her only hope."

"Can't you take her to the shelter?"

"I can't. I have no car."

I went back to the kitchen and got a leash. I held the dog so she couldn't see the man on the porch. I led her to him and dropped the leash over her collar. "You should never have attacked this dog," I said.

"Why did you attack me?" he asked.

"I don't know. The world has gone crazy. I can't believe it's this bad," I said.

"The world has always been this way, but it got worse with the coming of the computer."

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"You didn't see what I've seen. All my life I have been trying to save the world. We're going through a crisis that never happened before. I've read all about it in the newspapers. The world is coming apart."

I was thinking of my dog. I didn't know where she was going to go, but I knew it wasn't with the crazy man sitting on his front porch. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I was going to get my dog back.

"I've got to go, but I'll be back," I said. I took off the leash and walked back to the kitchen. "I'm taking your dog back to your house. I'm sure she'll stay with you," I said.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Just wait until you see the condition she's in."

"I think I can handle it. I don't know where she's going, but she can't stay in the car for another minute. It will kill her."

He looked at the little dog for a minute, then took off his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt. "I'll have to ask you not to take her into the house. We don't have a kennel for her."

"We'll make it work somehow," I said.

I got back in my car and drove down the road, keeping a good distance between me and the man. At the end of the block was a small parking lot. There was no sign on the door, no name above it, just a single wooden door with a bell on the knob. I got out of the car and walked to the door.

It was cold in the building. I looked around and saw three people sitting at a long table in the front room. They were all in wheelchairs. They had names, but I couldn't remember them. The one closest to the door was crying. The man with the dirty glasses opened the door and told me to wait in the foyer. He took me into the office and showed me where I could sit down. I saw that a large window had been put in to make more room. It was a big window. The glass was frosted over. There were bars on the window. I went to the window and looked out.

I could see the street. I could see the cars that were parked in front of the building. I could see people walking down

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