After much coming and going on their part, and worrying, buying food for an empty house and chasing after runaways on mine, I finally ended up with two former street dogs to call my own: my original big guy, Chase, and his best friend, Jax (pictured here). Just when they decided to get comfortable and stay awhile, I swung ‘em a curve ball. Time to get fixed! Oh, boy!
In a town where super-skinny stray dogs and cats wander the streets and rarely live past a few years old, Coco has done a lot in recent years to reduce the amount of puppies and kittens born without homes. Once a month, Coco Animal Rescue and Education (C.A.R.E.) holds spay and neutering clinics for dogs and cats. So last Saturday, I brought my boys downtown for their little snip, snip.
But first, we had to get them there… They were wholly uninterested in getting into the back of the truck, so I had to ride with them. But I couldn’t get them to sit down! They slid all over the place, but were determined to stand up the whole ride. They were little angels when we arrived, relaxing in the shade with their numbers, 25 and 26, posted on their heads.
For Chase, the tranquility was short. He was the only one out of all 50 dogs who didn’t get his temperature read until after being knocked out. Four professionals couldn’t hold him down! I hope that means he’ll be the toughest guard dog once I fatten him up. He was so woozy when we picked him up later, his eyes rolling to the back of his head; it took us an hour to get him out of the car at home. I knew right then that the recovery process was going to be a bit trying. But worth it of course!
In all, Chase might’ve been a bit too old (he’s 5 or 6 years old) for a clinic, but it was still a great experience to be there with everyone from town, fixing their animals. It’s so important! Chase is on some anti-inflammatories and is doing just fine. (The poor guy was in a lot of pain for a little bit there, and he’s had to stay in his cone after licking his stitches.) Jax? He would’ve run straight out of the clinic to go play, if I’d let him.
It was also interesting to get this surgery done in a Latin country. A lot of owners have been absolutely unwilling to castrate their male animals here. I must admit, I was quite surprised that both of my boys still had their balls post-surgery, since apparently no man, human or canine, should go without, at least not while they’re in Costa Rica. C.A.R.E. has done a lot of outreach in town, at the elementary schools and elsewhere. It’d be so great if we became a town with no scrawny strays sleeping in the middle of the streets!