S Claus Comes To The Animal Clinic
I spent this past Saturday afternoon at the Maxfund Animal Wellness Center taking photos of client’s dogs with Santa for their annual Christmas open house. Sadly, only three clients came into the clinic for photos during the 4 hours that we were there, but we did take the time to capture some of the animals currently housed at the clinic with the big guy.
This is Tia, a spritely little Chihuahua that was adopted by my Mother-In-Law last spring.
This little guy is named Vegas. Several months ago he ended up with a broken jaw and spent almost the entire summer with his mouth wired shut. Healed, he now has a very distinguished and rugged crook to his mouth. On a side-note he was named Vegas due to my wife’s childhood infatuation with Dan Tanna, from the show Vegas.
Next up to El Santo’s lap was a really cute (from a distance) female Chihuahua named Tinsel.
And as you can see, Tinsel was raised to believe that the name Santa is a simple anagram for SATAN and reacted accordingly. I think she might be Pentecostal.
Even while being whisked into the arms of her care-taker, she can still feel the great evil on her back. And now, looking at the joyful smile on Santa’s face, I think she may have a point.
This is Milton. All 3 pounds of him. And this is the only picture we were able to get of him where he wasn’t eating Santa’s beard.
What a sweet Little Bear of a pup.
And finally the big guy, Ernie. I first met Ernie back in October. I came by the clinic prior to a performance of DNC, and was promptly introduced to Ernie. Ernie had just come to the clinic as a stray. He had an atrociously broken leg that had swollen to 2 times its natural size. Yet, despite pain I can only imagine, he calmly sat beside me, letting me rub his head, as I drifted off on my little, self-serving cat-nap. Now, 2 months later, with his leg reconstructed, he has the energy of a jet at full throttle. He is still as sweet as they come, but you had better be ready to move if you’re outside with him. And be aware of that tail at all times. If you get blind-sided by it you’re sure to be picking your teeth up off the floor.
I don’t really know if Ernie registered that there was a large Mexican man in the room, dressed in a Santa suit, because, of course, there was food to be eaten.