Having had that experience recently you would think I would have been prepared this time. Although this time there was no visit from the grim reaper, I was still unprepared. Again, we are seated, I carelessly flipping through magazines, Nola seated, staring down the cat across the room. When a very large, very dirty man enters with his poor, poor dog. Her face was twisted and swollen. Overhearing the technicians, I could tell she had been treated and was back for a check-up, but looking at her I would have thought it was an emergency. It looked like a truck, yes a truck, had slammed into her face. It was contorted, hollow on one side, protruding on the other, a large growth on her snout. I wondered if it was a cancerous growth...Nola just having removed a growth on her chest/belly, I could not imagine looking at my dog with something on her face.
This really made me go off into my head to analyze dogs, wild dogs, wolves, etc. Dogs don't die of caner out in the wild. Or at least wolves do not. Have humans cursed all of these creatures with inbreeding? What are the real pros and cons of breeding animals like this? Are we giving them good lives or just another form of torment? It has to be better, the cushy pillows, adventures, toys, treats...right???