One day I want to become a writer, and artist, an editor. I have traveled so much with my parents and my brothers that they are my closest friends and sometimes I wonder if I can actually say I come from any certain country. I love food so much that I think of countries according to the dishes they serve. And also, I am sharing my life with you.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Accidents and bad people

Yesterday my husky, Eldur, was out on a walk with my mother and the other dogs in the forest near my house. Elder likes to run a lot and often runs off into the trees to enjoy his speed. After the few first minutes outside my mom heard the anguished screams of a dog. She knew instantly that it was Eldur.
(Let me just take a second to mention that barbed wire is illegal in France. Anything other than electric wire of picket fences is punishable by law.)
My Mom spent the next few hours looking for Eldur only to find him limping back to the car.
Eldur had caught himself in barbed wire and in fear had torn a whole part of his chest away.
I was horrified as she brought him back and we rushed to the vet.
(side note: our normal vet said that she couldn't see us because she was off for lunch and we could see her at 2. Just clean the wound she said... Suffice it to say we are no longer going to that vet....)
We got Eldur back today. The poor darling wines whenever he has to use his leg, the muscles had been ripped, but he was such a good sport with the vet.





I guess I'm just horrified at French vets for the moment...




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