The Six Million Dollar hound
Houston, it looks like we’ve scored ourselves a dud. The hound has OCD. No, not that OCD (although, come to think of it, he probably does) … but this OCD. The “$7,000-as-a-conservative-figure-to-treat-it” variety.
He needs an operation. It can’t be done in Karratha. Of course not! That would be too convenient.
He has to be flown to Perth. Both his shoulders will be scraped or have their cartilege flaps removed or whatever by some multi-millionaire veterinary specialist who will x-ray his other joints and probably announce that more surgery is needed. If the hips have to be done, it’ll involve another trip to Perth because only one can be operated on at a time. Besides, the specialist will probably want some pocket money to spend while visiting his newly-acquired island that we’ve funded in the World Archipelago.
This business of our Six Million Dollar hound became a hot topic of conversation amongst my colleagues at Lismore. When do you say enough’s enough and tell the vet to send poochie packing across the Rainbow Bridge? Some people I spoke with have a financial cut-off point. Two said they’d pay anything to make their dogs well. One bloke said, “Time for the cray pot.”
There was never any real doubt in my mind about what we’d do: we’re going ahead. The main reason I wanted a dog in the first place was to keep us from becoming too selfish. I thought we should be responsible for something that was wholly dependent on us for its well-being. So I got my wish. Luckily, I’ve also got the money. But for the first time I’m truly appreciating just how low maintenance our cat’s been over the last five years …
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I’m with the cray pot guy. Sorry Niki, but that’s me
Ah, but if he was called Rover, wouldja change your mind?!
Nope. Maybe if he was called Knackers, or Bruce or some real manly name. But probably not
You have got to be kidding??
$7 Grand!!!?
That dog would have to do housework to avoid the green dream if he were mine.
Luckily for him I guess, he’s yours.
Yeah, everyone thinks we’re insane. Even my little brother pointed out that $7K could’ve funded a nice holiday back home. Ah well … if anyone’s considering coming back as a domestic pet in their next life, they know where to rock up.
Hey, if it makes you happy, I say knock yourself out.
We always tell our pets (1 cat, 1 dog) on the way to the vet that if it costs more than $100, it’s the end of the road for them. I mean, sure, we had a great run and all, but enough’s enough.
Of course, they know we’re kidding. Then they proceed to pee in the car.
My Jack has a similar problem with his hocks. $3000 per leg to fuse his joints or something. I’m selling my house to help pay for it - no price too high for my baby, so you’re not the only one! He’s only 2 years old - there’s simply no other option for me. Good luck with it!
Finally … people who are as mad as us. Thank you both. And all the best to Jack.
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