What Would You Do?

Well, it won’t be long before the weather warms up around here again. Heck, a couple of days ago it was up around 80, in the middle of January. Are you humans sure you’ve got this global warming thing under control? Along with the warmer weather comes my annual reminder to take care of your best friend(s). Don’t leave ‘em in the car, it can go from comfortable to life-threatening in, literally, minutes.

Now I know you all have been there. You’re just getting out of your car at the Pig. It’s pretty warm out and you notice that the vehicle next to you has the windows all rolled up (or cracked 1/2 inch, it makes no difference) and there is a dog inside. What would you do? Okay, I know what I’d do, I’d get my dad’s attention and let him know that there’s a problem. He’s much better at communicating with other humans and, if the need arose to break out a window, he’s much more adept with tools. Try as I might, with no opposable thumbs, I just can’t get the things to perform as intended. I usually end up just chewing up the handle. I think though you can see where I’m going with this. Whatever you do, do not make the mistake of thinking the other person has it covered. On a warm day (just warm, I’m not talking 103 degrees here), that dog has minutes to live. If they had it covered, they would have never left their dog in that situation in the first place. Even in this day and age, there are some folks who do not have a clue. A few years back, there was a woman up in Carolina who went to work for her 8 hour shift and left her toddlers in the car with the windows rolled up, IN JULY! They had a bad day.

Okay, so the last thing you want to do is continue merrily on your way sort of hoping that the owner gets out there in time, while his dog is still capable of forgiving him for his stupidity. The odds of that happening though are very slim. So what are your options? A lot of that would depend upon the situation. I won’t presume to tell you what to do but I know that if the dog appeared to be in distress (lethargic, unresponsive, lying upside down to help radiate heat from its body) my dad would have absolutely no compunctions against breaking out a window and I’ll even give him the benefit of the doubt to assume that he tried the doors before reaching for the tire iron. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that ‘cause then you’ve got to get the sheriff involved and answer a bunch of questions and no one wants that hassle although you may indeed decide to do that anyway to pursue an animal cruelty complaint. Usually, stores are real good about making an announcement from the courtesy desk to have the owner tend to their pet’s plight and if you can get in and out quick enough or, better yet, have someone else to send, you might be able to get the owners attention in a timely fashion. Unfortunately though, it’s not quite that simple. Did the car’s owner go into the Pig or are they in one of the other five stores in the block? Did they hear and heed the announcement? Do they even care? These are all things that we do not want to leave to chance. We have a medical emergency here! If you can’t stay with the vehicle, get back to it as quick as you can and try to continually assess the dog’s condition. If help isn’t immediately forthcoming, a call to rescue services is certainly in order but even then, you may have to make that tough decision to provide the animal with fresh air and water by whatever means are at your disposal before outside help arrives. Sure, you’ll have some explaining to do but you’ll be able to sleep a lot better and I assure you that the dog’s human will have a whole lot more explaining to do. 30 days in a nice cool jail cell would provide plenty of opportunity for him to reflect on his callousness.

Even now, it’s not necessarily over yet. Depending on how overheated the dog got, you may still have a medical emergency at hand. It’s not pretty when a dog falls out from the heat and even in an environment where air conditioning, fans and cold packs are available it can be touch and go. Their survival is not guaranteed. If the dog is hyperthermic, it needs more that just cool air and a bowl of water; it needs medical attention, quickly. Body temperature needs to be reduced as quickly as possible without inducing shock to prevent damage to the brain and other organs. Every situation is going to be a little different, so it’s a good time to think on your feet which is something you humans excel at. Just keep in mind, if it were a human child, what would you be doing? The medical situation is no different here, just the species.

No one gets up in the morning thinking, “I’m going to be a hero today.” But then the Collie who saved her family from the fire didn’t go to bed thinking, “I’m going to be a hero tonight.” The Lab who pulled the drowning toddler to safety didn’t think as he was jumping into the truck, “Oh boy. I’m going to be a hero today!” It’s all about doing the right thing when faced with an emergency and recognizing that an emergency exists is a necessary part of the equation. You humans are capable of so much more that just racing around and barking to sound the alarm. When you encounter a dog in this predicament, won’t you please put your talents to work on our behalf? We’d do the same for you.

Munch

I just wanted to provide a quick update on Munch, the little Yorkie mentioned in the last post. Happily, Munch is not only still with us but is doing really well. We thought he’d never live to see Christmas but it’s good to be wrong. We spent a couple of days pushing fluids and feeding him Nutri-cal with a syringe, figured if we could just keep him going long enough for the antibiotics to kick in, he might have a chance. Of course I had to go back to work right after Christmas and Joy was up north visiting family so when I came home from work a couple of nights later and couldn’t find him anywhere, I thought the worst. I figured he’d crawled off under something to die. I finally found him outside where he’d used a doggie door and was sleeping on a blanket on the back porch. Since then, he’s been constantly gaining and has even put on some weight. These warm days, he takes himself out to go nap in the sun. I’ve been making him some special, pureed food that I dilute to soup-like consistency and that seems to have done wonders for him. He’ll come get me and let me know when he wants his soup although lately, he’s been gravitating back to the dry food a lot, which is good as it’s really good stuff. It has been very heartening to be able to give him another go ‘round. I know he probably won’t live for too much longer but he enjoys life and is such a little sweetheart and when he does go, it won’t be for lack of anybody caring about him.
My cynicism expressed in the Christmas eve post still stands. To the family who discarded him like a worn out “thing” just when he needed them most, shame!
         Philip
    Just another update on Munch as of May 2013.:  You'd never believe that the little dog that came in here half dead could look so good!  Sure he's old and has congestive heart failure but he races around here like a five-year-old.  I've got him spoiled rotten.  As soon as he hears me, he races around and barks and jumps and wants his "hamburger" (our name for his special food) . Once he's had his fill, he starts bugging me to put him up on the bed so he can be next to me while I'm on the computer.   He seems to have lost 10 years.  In dealing with this endeavour of rescue 24/7-365 days a year, we are often challenged with heartache and sorrow but there's a lot of joy to be had also.  It's experiences like my little Munch that really help to offset the effects of the misery and suffering that we see on an all-too-regular basis..  This little guy is such a gem, it's hard to imagine that he was someone else's trash. 
       Philip

A Heart-to-Heart, Species-to-Species

As you read this, you may be tempted to think I’m putting humans down. This is not the case. Quite to the contrary, over the years, Dad has taught me a lot of stuff that not only makes me a better dog and better companion but improves the quality (and undoubtedly length) of my life. I would be remiss if I passed by the opportunity to point out what looks to these doggy eyes to be somewhat of a character flaw on the part of you humans and make suggestions as to how it can be overcome.

Okay it’s a no-brainer, you humans are the uncontested pinnacle of creation. Over the millennia, you have not only learned to survive on an ever-changing planet but you have thrived. You have learned to manipulate your world and have, in doing so, accumulated a testament of wondrous achievements while my kind still walks on all fours and chews at their fleas when they become bothersome. You are responsible for the nice warm houses in which we live and the doggy doors in them so that I don’t have to poop inside my nice warm house. You’ve made cars and trucks so I can go for a ride. You can cook a steak for us to share. I couldn’t do that if my life depended on it. Left to my own devices, I’d probably just chew on the cow’s leg until it decided to kick my head off. Let’s not forget about Cheeze nips either! The list goes on and on.

In at least one respect though, your dog is far superior in that he/she is ever so much the more noble species. Although there are exceptions on both sides, overall, the dog is the more leal of the two. When you get a dog, you can trust that he will not abandon you or throw you out when you get old and sick. Actually, the opposite is true. If you’re sick, hurt or even just sad, your dog will do their best to improve your lot in their own doggy way. Your dog will stay with you for life. Your dog doesn’t come home one day having decided that you’re “inconvenient” and out you go, probably going to have to have you put down ‘cause no one else would want you. Your dog won’t have puppies and decide that there’s no longer any place for you in the family. Nowhere on this earth exists a shelter for humans that have been discarded by their dogs. Nowhere! The landfills are not full of humans in black garbage bags, dumped there because they were unwanted by their dogs. You almost never see a dog stop the car, throw their human out into the middle of the highway and haul ass headed for the house. The list goes on and on.

We’re spending our Christmas eve with a little dying Yorkie. He was discarded by his family ( had him all his life) because his teeth are bad. Okay, his teeth are real bad, they stick out at angles like fangs gone wild. I can just imagine the kids going “ewwwwwww!”. Honey, dog’s gotta go, he’s grossing the kids out. In spite of his dentition, Munch is the sweetest little baby in the world. Mom and Dad dote on him and Lil and I let him sleep on the bed with us. Mom had him to the vet but they can’t do anything for his teeth because he’s old and has congestive heart failure. The procedure would kill him. And so our Munch will live out his remaining days as a valued member of our family.

When we woke up this morning, he wouldn’t take his heart medicine or anything else for that matter.  He was on his way down. Dad filled him full of medicine and fluids, tried to tempt him with some scrambled eggs, but he probably won’t last the night.  He’s got no more fight left in him. At least he’ll die with soothing words and kindness, knowing that he’s loved. Meanwhile his loving family, freed of the inconvenience of him, is surely busy celebrating their holy day that’s all about God’s love. Doesn’t seem right, does it?

As you celebrate your Christian holiday, please contemplate the fact that you are the dominant species because your god made you so. When he created the beasts of the earth and the birds of the air, he gave you dominion over them all. In the same breath, he also charged you with the responsibility to exercise a proper stewardship over them all. It is my sincere hope that at least one person takes this message to heart and applies the Christian principles of peace and love to their companion animal(s) thereby displaying the loyalty that is just part of being a dog.

To Munch’s (our name for him) family from my Dad; “Your precious little boy is spending Christmas eve dying but not to worry, I’ll stay with him and keep him comfortable and when he dies, he will leave this world surrounded by those who truly love him. Oh yeah, and Merry Christmas.”

A Small Gift for You and Your Friends

I have a small but useful gift for you and your pet(s). It was actually my dad’s idea but I thought I’d use this forum to pass it along to you and yours.

Our house probably isn’t all that much different that yours, 200 or so dogs not withstanding. Dad’s usually wide open in one direction and mom’s wide open in another. Dad works 12 hour shifts at the mill, which means that he’s gone for about 15 hours on workdays and mom’s always running. Either she’s pulling dogs from animal control’s death row, picking up owner relinquished pets (a number that seems to be constantly on the rise as the economy stagnates), making vet runs, picking up shelter supplies or conducting mobile adoptions. During those times when they’re both gone, they always plan ahead for our safety, comfort and well-being. Some of us have kennels with igloos, fans, pools and plenty of food and water (I still hate mine) while others are segregated into homogenous groups in the house with access to one of several fenced yards (that way, if the power goes out, they’re not trapped in an overheated house). They seem to have it all pretty much covered but, what if something unexpected were to happen? Let’s take right now for an example. Mom’s off at an adoption and dad’s working nights. Mom won’t be home for a few days yet but dad will be rolling in come morning to let us out of our kennels so we can take a big old nap with him but……..what if something were to happen to him? What if he got hurt at work or got into a wreck? I know that humans, like dogs, eventually die and to be honest, the old boy’s not getting any younger. What would happen to us if he didn’t come home?

Nowadays, most everybody has their emergency contact information on their cell phone (or if they don’t, they should) but, to the best of my knowledge, there’s no place there to enter information about your pets who are depending on you. Even if you have listed as emergency contacts people who know that you have pets at home, they may not stop to think about them in the moment. Usually when emergencies happen, everyone gets excited and anxious and it may be some time, if ever, before someone thinks to check on the dogs on a 103 degree day. Fortunately, there is a low tech solution available and this is my small gift to you and your furry friends. By clicking on one of the following links, You can download and print two different emergency notifications informing authorities that you have pets at home and that they may need help too.

http://www.2ndchance4pets.org/idcards.pdf

http://www.potterleague.org/Portals/0/Uploads/Documents/Emergency%20%20ID%20Cards2.pdf

You’ll need Adobe Reader to view them.  If you don’t already have it, click here; http://get.adobe.com/reader/  for a free download.  The bigger form is for posting in a likely location in your home and the wallet-sized one is for, well, your wallet. I would recommend printing them on some durable paper and either laminating them or using some kind of document protector. I know that the last thing that you’d want is to get into a wreck and spend a few days in intensive care and then, finally getting back home, finding all of your best friends dead so please, for your pet’s sake and yours, take a minute and get this done. If you have difficulty downloading or printing or whatever, drop me an email and I’d be more than happy to assist in any way that I’m able.

“Hey, when you hide under the bed, you hear things!”

                                     Alf — Circa 1988

 

One of my pet peeves in life is that not enough people quote Alf. He’s one funny guy. That and the fact the Dad says I look a lot like him, especially when I hang my head out of the truck window. So I was eavesdropping on my dad’s conversation the other day (I don’t actually fit under the bed) and I was pretty disturbed by what he was saying. He was talking about going out with Mom to pull dogs a while back. This is something he doesn’t do very much any more, seems he’s always on the computer or some piece of noisy machinery these days. In their travels, they stopped at a county animal control some miles to the west of here to pull what dogs they could. He said they had done an agency transfer of about 8 dogs, all of whom had euthanasia tags on their doors (means they’re fixin’ to have a real bad day) but had to step over several bags of dead dogs just to get to them. Then they were told they had to wait a bit before they could load up because the loading dock was being used. They went out back and waited for the men to finish loading the truck. The cargo was suspended over the truck in a big wire crate about the size of a pickup bed and they were dumping out bag after bag of dead dogs to bring to the local landfill. Dad said he returned home a bit more zealous and committed than when he’d left out, says he’s been out and about and knows that what’s out there isn’t pretty but if you don’t experience it every day you tend to suppress it. He says it’s just one day in one town in a great big state in a big old country in an even bigger world. I guess that’s why Mom always seems to act like someone’s just lit a fire under her all the time, that’s just another day for her.

For my part, all I can say is OMG! I had no idea! I’ve always wondered why we had all these other dogs here when they already have me. I guess I’m a little spoiled, I’m daddy’s little princess but, just like you humans, I’m never quite satisfied with things the way they are. The other day I had a fit because I had to go into my kennel and I had to trash my brand new kiddie pool (why do they call them kiddie pools if they’re for dogs anyway?). I was so upset that even that didn’t help much but I guess that my problems don’t even begin to compare. I honestly had no idea that other dogs endured such misery and such ignominious fates. I figured I was safe so what’s the all the fuss about?

Over the last year, dad’s been doing a lot of work on the sanctuary and even though he almost always lets me come out to supervise him, he’s been spending a lot of time on the tractor tearing and digging things up. He’s taught me and Lil how to hang out at a safe distance but honestly, I’m terrified of the thing and when he drags around that big blue thing with all of the sharp wheels that dig up the dirt, I find it to be a harrowing experience. Now I finally understand what all of the commotion is about. In the last year, the sanctuary has been transformed from impenetrable jungle to a very pleasant, shady area that houses around 35-40 dogs in large enclosures where the dogs run around and play with each other or dig holes and play in the water. I think I’ve come to understand that, if these dogs didn’t have this sanctuary, they’d have ended up just like those being unceremoniously dumped into the truck like so much trash. I’m chewing my foot just thinking about it. Oh wait, no It’s just a flea.

The dogs in the sanctuary (did I mention that it’s named “REDDAWGS” after me, Lil and Dougie?) are there because no one else wants them. They have a pretty decent life, certainly better than the other fate that almost claimed them but it’s not as good as a real home with a real family. Almost everybody comes to the shelter looking for a puppy or one of the other “special” dogs like the Poodles, Schnoodles, Shephards and Dobies. They usually have a home within days. The plain Jane’s are not as lucky. Old Bubba the Walker who looks like he’s got a gob of dip in his lower lip has never been fortunate enough to find someone willing to give him a real home even though he’d be more than willing to warm their front stoop.

I’ve been hearing dad say that with one more enclosure to go, phase one is almost complete which I took to mean that he was almost done with that smelly old tractor and we could move on to bigger and better smelling things. I guess I didn’t know what “phase one” meant. I’ve seen him lately looking into the woods past the clearing and am beginning to strongly suspect that he’s nowhere near done. Had I not have been listening in on his conversation, I’d have probably had to chew up another doggie pool but now I understand. Sometimes late at night, I lay there thinking that I could have just as easily ended up in one of those bags before my life had hardly begun and I have to go out onto the back porch and bark until all of the other dogs start barking just to reassure myself that they’re still all right.

If you happen to find yourself, one of these fine spring days, out in our neck of the woods, stop in to visit. The shelter is open every day from 2-6 PM and our staff would be happy to take you for a tour of the new sanctuary. You might just wind up falling in love with a good ole boy hound who’d be more than happy to share his dip with you. When and if you do though, please take a moment to reflect on all of those poor dogs in the trash bags. Bet they would have loved it here.

Dougie

I thought I’d give Miss Cocopuff a break and write this post for her.  Haven’t posted in a while, it’s been a hard year already any it’s barely started.  We lost Dougie, the youngest of the Reddawgs, on New Years day to, of all things, distemper.  Dougie was young, healthy, robust and vaccinated but took sick on Christmas eve and was dead a week later.  We hadn’t had any distemper here at the shelter but, come to find out, there’s a major outbreak among raccoons across the country with the south, and particularly the southeast being hard-hit.  Even with that, Dougie should have been safe and even when he did get sick, he had at least a 50/50 chance of making it but we watched the disease destroy our handsome little imp over the course of a week.  We have been, to say the least, devastated. 
One thing about distemper, it plays by it’s own rulebook.  Normally, it starts out looking like any other upper respiratory illness and, over a couple of weeks, progresses into a gastrointestinal issue.  From there, it may or may not go in to the neurological phase where the chances for survival diminish dramatically.  With my Dougie, he looked a little tired when he curled up in the bed by my desk the night of 23 Dec but that wasn’t all that unusual for him as he’d often play so hard during the day that by 9 or 10 o’clock, he’d crash and burn.  He looked tired but did not appear sick.  I had him and the girls out on the morning of the 24th and Dougie was his usual self, off and running and full of mischief.  By mid afternoon, I was working in the sanctuary and heard Dougie in our backyard sounding like he was going to throw up so I came over to check on him.  I noticed that one eye was a little runny but mostly, I noticed that his flanks were twitching rhythmically.  Not having seen the signs of distemper in over 50 years and never in a dog, I was unaware of the significance of this but a quick search on Google suggested that we had a problem.  I got him on supportive therapy and called the vet who was just walking out the door on the way to church.  I had him at the vet’s as soon as they opened the doors and he stayed with them until Thursday.  They didn’t say they were sending him home to die but I suspected.  The progression continued until, like I say, he lost the battle on New Year’s Day.  Had I known, I would have spared him the gruesome end but the odds were in his favor, at least by the book.  Fortunately, he was comatose for the worst of it and at least he got to see his friends and family first and die at home rather in the vet’s office.
Dougie was still so young and healthy, I’d never even given consideration to his mortality.  I hate to say it, but I’ve had to consider that Coco isn’t getting any younger and Lil, only a year younger, may not be blessed with a long life considering the horrible start she had.  I always tell people that they’ll have to wrap me in bubble wrap before they put me in a rubber room when I lose my girls.  Given that my relationship with Dougie was more of a guy thing I would have anticipated, had I thought about it, that losing him would have been somewhat less traumatic than parting with one of my two sweethearts but that has not been the case and I’m still a mess over it.  I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t automatically look for him when I come in or look over to his bed when I’m at my desk expecting him to be there but it still hasn’t really hit home that he’s gone.
Our sanctuary has been dedicated to all the little Reddawgs who have left their pawprints  on our hearts and Dougie is buried in what is to become a little park in the center of it.  I brought the girls out there to show them where their Dougie was buried and  Cocopuff’s reaction was more of a “Okay, so what are we doing next?'”  She’s so full of herself!  You could tell though that Lil, always having been the sensitive, caring one, understood that that’s where her “brother” was although I’m sure she doesn’t understand why.  The girls, when their time comes, will have their own place of honor here although I’m not anxious to see that day arrive.
Since all of this took place, we’ve seen distemper here at the shelter as well as everywhere else along with some horror stories along the way.  We, like many other shelters, have done a voluntary 2 week lock down with the associated deep cleaning and disinfecting but we’ll all probably be fighting this until warm weather arrives to stay as the virus, outside of the host, is killed by heat and sunlight.  The following link provides a little more insight into this insidious killer: for those who would like to know more:  http://bakerinstitute.vet.cornell.edu/animalhealth/page.php?id=1088 .
These days, there’s a lot of controversy over vaccines in general but, if your dog is not vaccinated, there’s a good chance he or she will get sick and die.  As we’ve seen, being vaccinated is not a guarantee that they won’t but, until recently, distemper was almost nonexistent in dogs due to extensive vaccination.  Limiting opportunities for exposure would also be helpful if you can.  This is not an option here as hundreds of dogs depend on the service we provide and we live in terror that this is not over yet.
I’ll always feel badly that I had to say goodbye to my handsome little man just as he was learning to be a good friend and companion.  When he was young, Dougie, as a typical Boykin, was so full of fun and mischief that it was impossible to have him just come hang out while I worked and, as we’d written in earlier posts, was just starting to “get it” and come be a part of what we were doing beyond the fenced yards with increasing regularity.  Of course, now I’m thinking that it’s too bad I didn’t have more time to work on this with him but then, we never do, do we?  Love your dog while you can, he may not be here tomorrow!
Goodbye my little Dougie boy.  We love you and will never forget you.

Don’t Let Your Vet Murder Your New Puppy!

In my last post, I promised to further alienate certain members of the veterinary community.  It is unfortunate that I should need to do so but there is absolutely nothing more heartbreaking than to see a puppy that has been literally snatched from the jaws of death, treated and rehabilitated leave out of here, perfectly healthy, on its way to its new home and family only to be needlessly  euthanized, generally within hours of its arrival, by an ignorant and/or incompetent and/or prejudiced medical practitioner.  What follows is the text of part of an informational pack that my dad tries to send with all young pups:
Don’t let your vet murder this puppy!

Your new puppy has recently has one of a three-part series of standard vaccinations called DHLPP. These are commonly called “puppy shots” and are necessary for all dogs. One of the afflictions addressed in this series is canine Parvovirus and, like many vaccines, the DHLPP will shed virus particles.  The intended purpose of the vaccine is to expose the subject to a weakened form of the live virus in order to encourage the formation of antibodies, as those antibodies (whose presence will, in the future, diminish but not vanish entirely) will help to protect your pet in the future. This shed virus will cause a false positive reading if this pup is tested for Parvo because the test determines the presence (or absence) of shed Parvo virus..
Occasionally, a puppy will exhibit gastric distress following a 1000+-mile trip such as the one yours just endured. Additionally, here in the south, worms (round worms, hook worms, tape worms, whip worms and more) are ever-present and multiply at a phenomenal rate. Both conditions will cause diarrhea and often, diarrhea with blood and/or mucus. Your puppy has been aggressively treated for worms but it is not unusual for infestation to occur. Prior to coming to you, he/she did not exactly have a wonderful life; the conditions from which some of these pets have been rescued would shock and disgust you. We have done our best to ensure his health but he is still recovering from a state of mistreatment and neglect (including a chronic lack of medical care).
That being said, if your pup becomes ill and you bring it to your vet (highly recommended), the doctor must be aware of the potential for a false positive on the Parvo test. If your vet is not aware of this, you need to find a competent one that is. Too often, vets are aware of the false positive potential but will not mention it to you because they harbor a good bit of prejudice, fear and sometimes-outright paranoia when it comes to dealing with rescue dogs, particularly southern rescue dogs dogs. Once again, I would go looking for a new vet, one who does not let his opinion or prejudice overrule the science in which he/she was trained. Parvo is almost always pronounced as a death sentence, it is not. In parts of the country where it is prevalent, it is a fact of life but one that can be reckoned with. Aggressive treatment will often produce survival rates of 90% or better. The great majority of dogs that die from Parvo die from dehydration secondary to diarrhea. Often, survival is achieved by merely treating for diarrhea, hydrating with either subcutaneous or iv fluids and usually the administration of antibiotics to fend off opportunistic infections such as pneumonia. Parasites, on the other hand, are much more easily treated and have a much better prognosis.
This puppy has been literally snatched from the jaws of death to come to you in what is to be the final and most important stage of its rehabilitation. Please do not let ignorance, prejudice, paranoia or apathy be the cause of its demise. If there is a problem, ask questions and get answers. Euthanasia need not be the first course of treatment. If you ask three vets and get three different answers (and that happens a lot), maybe you need to ask a lot more questions. One question you might want to ask yourself is “What if it were me?” Would you be willing to accept one man’s pronouncement as gospel or would you question it?
We have worked hard to make sure your puppy has a good chance of having a life worth living. He/she has endured much both mentally and physically. Please don’t let this life be ended callously and needlessly. Please give him a chance. We did.
To explain a little better how this all works, when you take a pet to the vet to screen for Parvo (and an unbelievable number of vets have already jumped to the conclusion that because the dog came from a rescue and/ or the south, then it has Parvo) they generally employ what is referred to as an ELISA test (Enzyme-linked Immunosorbent Assay) to test for the presence of Parvo virus.  This is usually a good screening test but it has it’s limitations, first and foremost of which is that it cannot differentiate from virus shed by the vaccine (most modern vaccines use live, attenuated virus) and virus shed by the actually malady.  Given the fact that you’re dealing with a puppy that has ,more than likely, recently had one of the 3 part DHLPP series (and the fact that the puppy has a medical record stating that it has), there is a 100% chance that it will test positive on the Elisa (generally for about 2 weeks following the last administration of the DHLPP).  The test is picking up on the presence of virus shed from the vaccine itself.  It is usually at this point that the tearful owner is informed that the puppy must be put down based on this incomplete diagnosis.  For the sake of accuracy here, the Elisa has a few other quirks such as false positives and false negatives, that is why it is used as a screening test..  Usually all that is necessary to confirm a positive Elisa is to do a white blood cell count, a simple and inexpensive procedure.  Parvo attacks the bone marrow and destroys the white blood cell count so if you have a pup that screens positive and whose white blood cell count has tanked, there’s about a 97% certainty that the pup actually has Parvo.  Further testing, such as biopsies are usually contraindicated due to the invasiveness of the procedure and the minimal chances of the pup surviving the procedure.  If your vet tells you he/she must kill your dog for you because of a positive Elisa test, he/she is in the wrong business!  Mostly, it doesn’t seem to be ignorance that causes them to do this but prejudice that causes them to blithely ignore the science they were (hopefully) taught when they obtained their degree.  In my mind, that’s even worse than ignorance.
Okay, let’s say that your pup has tested positive on the Elisa and also has a severely diminished white blood cell count.  We can safely make the assumption here that it does actually have Parvo (dogs can actually contract Parvo from the vaccine itself, not to mention that the vaccines are not always effective depending on the mother’s titre level which varies from dog to dog and even litter to litter).  Like I said in my last post, euthanasia will certainly knock out that nasty old Parvo but most dogs can be saved short of killing them and we have a flock of them here to prove it.  I’d also said earlier that Parvo is much trickier to deal with given its propensity for spreading to the environment and thus other dogs.  Unless you’re trained in the use of universal precautions, have appropriate facilities for treatment and are knowledgeable as to limiting  fomite transmission, we wouldn’t recommend home treatment.  A competent vet, however, has all of this.  There’s a real good chance that your puppy can be saved and go on to lead a normal, healthy life.  If your vet is unwilling to even discuss treatment options, walk away! Go find yourself a vet that actually cares about saving pets.  As a worst case scenario, and not one we recommend, we know of several Parvo pups that have been saved at home with nothing more than Pepto Bismol and Gatorade administered orally.
My dad always puts it this way.  If you went to the doc and he told you that you have cancer, go lay down and wait to die,  Is that what you’d do?  Wouldn’t you, before the day was even out, contact other doctors and even cancer specialists to see what, if any, other options existed?  Go online and do a bit of research yourself that might, hopefully, help to save your life?  Of course you would!  Why do less for that furry little bundle of joy that’s just waiting for the chance to be your best friend in the world?
I’ve included a couple of good links for anyone interested in getting more detail on this subject.  I wouldn’t want you to take my word for it on something so serious and I don’t want you thinking that this is just one dog’s opinion, this is Science, not conjecture.


 
http://bakerinstitute.vet.cornell.edu/animalhealth/page.php?id=1089

 http://www.marvistavet.com/html/body_diagnosis_of_parvovirus.htmll

This second link doesn't seem to work when you click on it but if you go to marvistavet.com and go to their "Vaccine Mezzanine" and look under diseases, you'll find the articles on Parvo.  While you're there, there's a lot of good info available on their site as a whole.  Generally, we prefer the Baker Institute (part of Cornell University) as they seem to be the ultimate authority that everyone else references.  There is also a lot of other good information besides this on the web.  The point is, before you make a bad decision, or allow one to be made for you, delve into the facts of the matter and make an educated decision.  Do you have any idea how hard it is for us to tell an already devastated caller that their puppy was killed needlessly?  We worked hard to save that puppy and you found the love in your heart to take him in, don't let someone's ignorance and/or predjudice sabotage that.