When I was a teenager the little brother of a friend of mine brought me a little puppy dog he had taken from some boys who were hitting him.He was not allowed to keep the doggy at home so he was hoping I would adopt the little one. I did and called him Lucky. He was a lovely little thing resembling a miniature greyhound. Unfortunately I only had him for a short time. One morning all of a sudden he started to yap very loudly while running all over the place. I had a job to catch and pick him up and in doing so I got a few scratches on my arms. He looked very frightened and a bit aggressive; At the clinic I was asked to leave him to be studied since they didnt' know what the problem was. Early the next morning a policeman came to the door and said the doggy had died and if anyone had been hurt by him had to undergo an antirabies treatment. Lucky had not bitten me but since his saliva had run over the scratches on my arms I had to receive a number of injections. I was only a kid at the time. I couldn't accept Lucky had died away from me and didnt want to believe he had any rabies. I forget how many nights I cried myself to sleep. I have never been able to be convinced that the doggy had suffered from rabies.
Sorry I was carried away writing and missed my turn. I will then reply to Loving Mickey's question.
My favourite pet remained for ever my little Lucky whose history I have written above.
Have you always vaccinated all your pets?
Sorry I was carried away writing and missed my turn. I will then reply to Loving Mickey's question.
My favourite pet remained for ever my little Lucky whose history I have written above.
Have you always vaccinated all your pets?
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