The Story of Fly.
We spotted Fly, a black and white pup of about 7 months, as we drove past a scrap yard in Dambulla, near to where we were running a clinic in a disused shop front. She was sitting next to a pile of rubbish in the baking heat, with flies buzzing around her (hence Martine naming her Fly). She had lice, mange, fleas, sore, itchy skin, and was very dehydrated and hungry. We scooped her up and took her back to our room where we gave her a bath because she smelt rather nasty and the flies were still aggravating her. She wasn’t particularly keen on being blasted with the shower, but seemed happy once we had settled her on a blanket with a bowl of Lactol.
She developed a fever that night and had an upset stomach but over the next couple of days her spirits gradually improved, due to some good meals, Piriton and much-needed loving care. The following day, we visited the hotel owners house to treat his dogs and on the off chance asked him if he’d be willing to re-home Fly. We warned him that she wasn’t in the loveliest state but that she had a friendly and mischievous personality. A few days later, we took Fly to her new home, which has acres of garden, several chubby canine playmates, and she has her own posh kennel, so it really was a fairytale ending for her.
by Kate
