The dog resisted until Brutus moved forward, then went along, though he still pulled and twisted against the grip on his collar.
“I don’t know dogs,” I said, following her into the herd of dogs just inside the building. “I never had a pet, so I’m clueless here.”
Worth getting that on the table where they can both see it, I suppose.
“It’s heartworm. Something dogs are supposed to take medicine to prevent, every month.”
“The owners didn’t, then?”
Ahh.
And hey, unlike flatworms, the roundworms responsible for heartworm infections don’t have eyespots. (Some aquatic roundworms do, but it’s unclear whether they can actually sense anything through them.)
Hm…
“Dogs show no indication of heartworm infection during the six-month prepatent period prior to the worms’ maturation, and current diagnostic tests for the presence of microfilariae or antigens cannot detect prepatent infections.” (source)
Sounds like this might’ve been in Sirius’ body for months, but is still being detected earlier than it normally would.
“The shelter didn’t. Lazy, cheap-ass motherfuckers.
Oof. People who are supposed to know what they’re doing. Those fuckers.
This is the second dog I got from that place that wasn’t taken care of. And people who do adopt get a sick dog? Fuckers, fuckers, fuckers.”
Damn it, shelter!
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