(Find the beginning of this story here.)
The day before our flight home, we decided to go find the hound dog. We had reached Adri from Amigos de los Animales and asked her advice. “You HAVE to take him home,” she said unequivocally. We had no idea how we would get him certified healthy to travel, in an approved kennel, USDA paperwork in tow, in less than 24 hours. But others had done what felt impossible, so we decided to see what unfolded if we tried.
The sidewalk in front of the gated community was empty. We walked up and down beaches, drove skinny roads, no hound dog. Very kind people gave us advice, even asked around on our behalf. No hound dog. After a few hours we drove back to the hotel, deciding to try to let it go.
Rafael patiently wearing his binocular-strap leash
Tropical storm Rafael put a damper on our afternoon plans with forecasts of torrential rain and flooded roads. With nothing else scheduled, we gave the beach search one more try. And curled up against a concrete wall was the black and white dog, the hound’s friend!
Up and down the beach again, we talked to lifeguards and park rangers who knew the perro cremito we were searching for. He and the black and white dog were always together, they explained, but thunderstorms such as those from the previous night often drove away stray dogs to seek shelter.
The black and white dog had moved to the shade of a big tree. With a few coaxing words, this time he plopped on the ground, head between his paws, and looked up at us. We petted him for a while before deciding to try a makeshift leash. Binocular straps over the head went well and he followed us reluctantly around the park. We started calling him Rafael. He walked around, plopped down, even got a little playful. But still no hound dog.
Rafael in a free-spirited moment
We hung out under the tree debating what to do. We were leaving before dawn the next day. Was I really going to try to get Rafael into our car and find an open vet’s office? Then do what with him overnight? How much was this all going to cost? We have three dogs already. Hearts can expand infinitely, houses can’t. Four young male dogs living together? But even though Rafael seemed relatively OK (if you overlooked the skinniness and the missing fur) we couldn’t help thinking the sweet guy was unprotected from going the way of so many other homeless dogs—hit by a car, the victim of meanness, disease or starvation.
Then a shout came from the other side of the park and a ranger shooed the hound dog in our direction! At the sight of him, Rafael escaped his makeshift leash and bounded over to his friend with more excitement than we thought him capable of, giddy with the reunion. In daylight, the hound dog was even sicker than we had thought. Despite being very young, he seemed lethargic and weak. His skin was coming off in flakes with hardly any fur left to tell that he was caramel-colored. He was hot to the touch and open sores showed on his feet and the top of his head where his mange was the worst.
Carmelito in the car
Our decision had been made. The hound (now Carmelito) followed us happily to the car again, where this time he placidly allowed himself to be picked up and put in the back seat, and Rafael did the same.
Adri miraculously helped us find an open vet’s office. I tried taking Carmelito in first but Rafael scratched and barked frantically at the car window at the sight of us leaving. Dragging the two petrified dogs behind me, I stumbled into the vet’s office with leashes wrapping around my legs. Rafael promptly lifted his leg against the column in the waiting room to the amusement of two seated women holding blanket-wrapped Chihuahuas.
Rafael and Carmelito were stunned at the newness of everything. Plastic chairs. A pop machine. A cat in a carrier. Carmelito shivered in the air conditioning and they both sought constant reassurance.
Reassurance at the vet’s office
Once in with the vet, Rafael got popped up onto the exam table first. I couldn’t believe that he didn’t nip at us in fear, but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to be mean. The vet took his vitals and pronounced the missing fur to be a flea allergy. Great news – no mange. Once vaccinated, blood samples taken, he was done.
Carmelito was a different story. Rafael propped his feet up on the table to watch his exam. Carmelito had a temperature of 105 degrees from a skin infection related to his mange so he couldn’t even be vaccinated. The good news was his mange is hereditary and therefore non-contagious (yikes! hadn’t even thought of that). But he was also positive for ringworms and conjunctivitis. He couldn’t travel anytime soon.
We agreed that the vet would board the dogs until either a rescue group could hold them or they could be shipped. I left exhausted and emotional, grateful that they’re both receiving good care but with no clear plan for bringing them back.
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Fast-forward two days, an update from the vet. When they tried to put the dogs into separate kennels, Rafael promptly escaped but didn’t run away. They found him curled up in front of Carmelito’s run a few hours later. While both dogs are heartworm negative, Rafael has anaplasmosis—a tick-borne illness like Lyme’s disease—and also cannot travel for two weeks since his immune system is compromised.
Waiting to be examined
We still don’t know how everything will unfold. The transportation logistics are very complicated, and we’re full of equal parts hope, frustration and confusion. We could foster them for a while in a pinch, but five dogs are too many for us to love well in the long-term. Our fabulous local rescue group can help find them new homes but then they’re with people we don’t know, and perhaps not adopted together. What if their new families just put them in outdoor kennels with little human contact? What if they let them run away? They’ll both need special care getting used to being inside, getting used to cats (do they chase them? we don’t know), not to mention ongoing vet care… They’re both afraid of everything right now and so desperate for approval and love.
Napping in the car
We wonder if we’re crazy sometimes, but we made a commitment to them when we took them off the beach, and we can’t look back. It’s only two dogs, after all, but this is a chance for them to find families and lead healthy happy lives. I’ve never put so much energy and money into dogs that I’m not going to keep and the effort has connected me to them in a way that makes letting go very hard.
I’m sure I’ll learn something important from all this.
Updates to follow.