p.s. Tank’s Crush
Before we left the pet hospital (St. Joseph’s), the vets wanted to clean Tank’s wounds one last time. He was placed in this room that is kinda like their ER, but it has 3 kennels in it for small dogs who have been admitted.
Tank sniffed around everywhere and was immediately turned off by the 2 cats that were inside; fittingly, they were also hissing at Tank, who absolutely, positively, HATES cats. I’ve seen him in many stand-offs with cats - he is such a scardy cat!
But I could almost see little heart-bubbles come out of his head when he spotted a shih tzu to his liking. Her name is Ribbon and she has a cute ribbon in her hair. But she’s WAY too old for Tanky (she’s 10 years old, so she’s way geriatric; she was there because she has kidney failure) not to mention that he would crush her if they had to mate. The vets were like, “Oh my gosh, Tank, hindi kayo bagay ni Ribbon (you and Ribbon are not a fit, Tank)” but that didn’t matter to the ole Tanky, who marked her with his urine anyway.
What a macho dog! Ribbon looked so disinterested and aghast at Tank’s size. Ribbon looked like… a Paris Hilton type in human terms. In her eyes, Tank probably looked like David Hasselhoff or something.
Anyways, sometimes I forget that Tank is an animal, first and foremost. Not a baby or a child, but an animal. I have to change the way I look at him now (like a wounded baby) and really see him for who he is - a strong, muscular, resilient work dog made from a mastiff and bulldog breed. I have to envision him coming out of these injuries as animal would, and to really believe that he will be healed.
