I am so grateful for things

that turn out well without us planning for it. Being at the right place at the right time.

On Monday, I was following V on the route. As we got to Flippy's site, somehow, and I don't even remember how now, and whether it was S or me who saw it first -- that 2 of the pups had jumped into the back of a rubbish truck and got themselves stuck in there. They jumped in from the ramp, but once inside, there is no leverage for them to climb back up and out.

We were not sure how long they have been in there already. This litter is born of a wary mom, so from young, they have learnt to be wary of humans and resist human touch. They will bite in defence when they have to.

So, S first started to adjust the junk in the truck to create a height for the pups to lift themselves up and get down from the ramp. Then she got into the truck to shoo the pups out in the right direction.

One little pup got the idea and was out in no time!



This little one managed to scoot out of the truck.



But not this little one!

The little one, Flippy's sister I believe, got nervous and started to retreat into the corners of the dumpster no matter how we coaxed and 'chased' her out, she just kept playing the circling game. Catching her by hand was also not possible cos she was ready to turn back and bite, and these small teeth can be pretty painful.

So Ly, your gloves come in real handy and it was the only way we could handle her and get her out. One of the workers there said that there are 2 more brown ones hiding among the bushes. Though I have not seen them the few times I came by, I am quite sure one of them is Flippy.







Next, we came to Mr Brown's pack. Here, we were informed that there is a newcomer male, the workers call him Yo Yo, not sterilised, who has gotten into a fight, probably, and been very badly bitten. With a bite wound on his nape, which probably got infected along the way. And he was living with this open wound for 2 weeks now.

Unfortunately, he does not come by regularly and when he does, no one was able to catch hold of him.

By good timing, as we were standing there, this boy came out from wherever he was hiding and came right up to us. It was getting dark already and I couldn't quite see his wound but I could smell it when he got close.

We decided, no matter what, we will bring him to the vet there and then. While we were trying to sort out transport issues, K suddenly shouted to us, and I saw that he has managed to catch hold of Yo Yo and was in fact, carrying him in his arms!

So, with no time to waste, we rushed him to the clinic to treat his gaping wound. At the clinic, I could see how deep his wound is. Raw, bloody, pussy gaping pool of flesh.




After it was cleaned out ... not as gory as before.

The fur surrounding the wound was shaved off, and the area flushed and cleaned out thoroughly, and he was given an antibiotic and anti-inflammatory jab. Yo Yo looked very dopey and I was a bit concerned, but his temperature was normal and so far, the days he had spent in the clinic, he has been fine and eating well.




We decide to hospitalise him so that his wound has a chance to dry up and heal. Also, knowing that we might not be so fortunate to be able to catch him again, he has also been sterilised before his release.

In a few more hours, we will be bringing him back to the farm.

* We will appreciate your support in Yo Yo's medical expenses. Please email us at projectjkteam@yahoo.com.sg for more details. Thank you.