When I was picked up by my rescuers, I was not a pretty sight. My little head had been chomped by some much bigger dogs. There were punctures wounds. Swelling. Infection. Scabs. Smell. Nasty stuff.
But I am Sully, hear me roar. The veterinary team cleaned up my wounds, sent me home with antibiotics and a satellite dish. Isn’t that way cool??!!
My Foster home is brand new at this job, and they are taking everything in stride. Gotta love people who give of their time and emotions to help animals like me. They’re the best!