When I arrived in @#$#@#! Simba looked like walking roadkill. He had lost all his hair and was coverd from head to toe with pulgas (flees). He had massive open wounds all over his head because he would never stop scatching himslf. He was litterally going insane from scatching soo much. Us boys went to the vet in puerto and bought all the dogs frontline and it really did the trick. Simba soon starting growing back his hair and his wounds started to heal. We cut his nails and got Simba looking good. We got him in good enough shape to pet the top of his head. He loved the attention.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Don't die Simba!!
Cats might have 9 lives, but Simba is never going to die. This amazing beach dog walked each day on the thin line of life and death, and is a living example of strength and longevity. Haha. Sibma is awesome. This dog has seen it all, done it all, and he was the king of the beach. He was the local dog where I was camping and local myth said he was a descendant of ancient Aztec blood. Not really, but Simba has survived a machete to the head and multiple poisoning attempts. He was so scarred up from fighting and his teeth were totally warn down. Several times I saw Simba laying in the sand and I had to go shake him because I thought he was dead. But Simba live on. Simba, the spirit of @#%^^%#@!!!!
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Go Simba go!! Greetings from Honduras, just arrived. Hope life is treating you well! x Jonna
That was so sweet of you guys!!! Very good karma... nice job Keith. :)
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