Let me give you and update on Boyd. If you don't know Boyd please read yesterdays post HERE.
That's Boyd laying in my MOM's lap.
The plan was that on Tuesday my MOM was going to the animal shelter to check on Boyd and give him some toys and treats. The plan changed just a bit. Instead she went to the shelter to get him out. Then take him to Bert's place where he would later set Dr. Eddie (me and Bert's vet). He would get all checked over and fix anything that needed fixing. Then he would stay at Bert's place to get well and to gain some weight. And then when he was A-OK we would find him a loving and caring forever home where he would be treated and cared for like he deserves. MOM says there is a saying, "The best laid plans..." MOM did go to the animal shelter and they could not find Boyd in the system. So the nice lady at the shelter and my MOM went back and looked in every kennel to find him. But Boyd was not there! So they went back up front. MOM showed the lady photos of Boyd, even ones of him being loaded in the "pick up" van. The lady asked for MOM's phone number and said she would call when she found out something. They both were concerned about Boyd. A while later the animal shelter lady called and told MOM that the guy who picked up Boyd at the homeless shelter (yes he was an employee of animal services) somehow located Boyd's "owner" and instead of taking him to the animal shelter took him to the "owner". When the lady questioned him, he said "Oh the dog was fine, he did not need medical attention." The lady said she disagreed because she saw the photos. You know those HBO words sometimes peeps say, well lets just say my MOM may have not said them but she sure was thinking them. So friends I ask you to pray for Boyd. He clearly was not well cared for by his "owner" and now he is back with him. MOM is very much upset about this. But at this point there is nothing we can do, well we can pray. MOM told the people at St. Anne's homeless shelter that if Boyd turns back up to call her and she will take him and make sure he is cared for and gets that loving forever home he deserves.
I don't want to leave you on such a sad note, so let me show you what I did a few nights ago. I was back at my gal pal Belle's house and we were a BIG help to her little peep "L".
While "L" brushed his teeth I sang the brush your teeth song to him, you know to encourage him.
Belle came in to offer her help too. You can tell "L" is very excited to have us help.
I helped also to make sure he got the teeth in the back.
Time to spit. (I think that is the best part, spitting)
And at the end I gave him a BIG kiss on the forehead for a job well done. Not sure why some do not like to brush there teeth. I think it is loads of fun. Especially when you do it with a friend.