It was a freezing and windy day after it snowed in Dobrudja (Dobrogea), a region of Romania between the lower Danube River and the Black Sea. Heading out to the capital, Bucharest, it was time to fill up the tank; the gas prices went up lately, reaching out even RON 5.64 per 1 liter (1 gallon = 3.78 liters which makes the cost RON 21.31/ gal or $5.21/ gal). OMV gas stations have attendants who would assist, so, it was a welcome help considering the cold weather. They also take American Express.
My eyes went to the white puffy pup that was soak and wet, with snow balls attached to her fur, and an obvious handicap of a rear leg. My initial thought was only to feed her, so, I bought her a half-foot sandwich which she engulfed quite quickly, bread and all. She seemed docile, so, we "talked" for a while, and she seemed to crave for human interaction.
On my way back to the car, she followed me; this is the part in which I was trying to ensure she won't stay near my car or others as I moved away. Until the thought of helping her crossed my mind; in a way, I'm convinced that she chose me.
It took some convincing to do but aware of the fact that she won't be able to jump in the car, I picked her up in a dry towel from my gym bag, and put her behind the driver's seat. It was show time or fun time.
I was heading out to my own doctor but since she was so good along the way, I ensured that she was at least hydrated until reaching a vet. After some X-rays and another trip to an amazing Doctor, Horia Elefterescu, both a vet and human medical doctor, and also a trained vet in Australia, he assured me that after performing surgery on the dog whose gender was still unknown to me, the leg will be saved.
So, few hours later I learned that this cutie rescued dog was a bitch (not in the pejorative sense of the word), that she was about two years old, and that her injury happened three weeks earlier.
The trip back home while she was under drugs broke my heart; she was in pain but the doctor assured me that she can make the trip back to Constanta. Mom named her Laly, a name that means "beautiful" as derived from lily, the flower.
That night I slept in the living room so she won't feel alone in a strange house but actually with me by her side; needless to say that she didn't sleep much, and neither did I from her howling and "patrolling" around.
Morning time, we started the light therapy with Swiss manufactured Bioptron, a revolutionary breakthrough in medicine based on Nobel Prize winning light technology invented in Hungary. My efforts paid off fast as the wound healed without any infections, and the bones and ligaments sutured as they should have.
Having a collar was a bit frustrating for the dog but she had an amazing capability of adaptability. It was funny to us to see how she was moving the food bowl to the side as she was trying to eat though but we couldn't resist not to help her afterwards.
The surprise of seeing her "trained" - as in asking to go outside was more than shocking. On day one, it was a pure miracle in addition to being in our life. She is so loving and lovable, so docile, even in her toughest pain, that we couldn't be luckier to have her.
A month later prior to the second surgery the doctor could not believe his eyes at how much Laly grew; she was relaxed, gained a bit of weight, and she felt like she finally belonged to a family. And, we found out that she has a fetish for Victoria Secret bras; all destroyed to pieces. It's funny until the vet tells you: "Beware of intestinal occlusion!".
Newly, her cycle started: 21 days long???
One would probably wonder if we intend to adopt her; fortunately, this is a moot point. She belongs with us through thick and thin. She's one lucky "kid", and she's here to stay.
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