The vet shook his head and looked at her with a scowl. Jane had no idea what was going on. She knew there were lots of bites, but she had done everything that she could to help her boy.
It seemed that it didn’t matter to the vet. It looked as if he had been punched in the gut. What was wrong with her dog? Then he finally opened his mouth to speak and told her that the marks on the canine weren’t bug bites at all.
Jane Augustine lived in Ohio with her loving husband and beautiful children. She loved her life and didn’t think anything could make her feel bad. Jane was an animal lover, and after a lot of convincing, her husband agreed to get her a dog.
The dog Jane found was an English Mastiff named Pancakes. Pancakes were the most loving animal she had ever seen before, and she insisted they adopt him from the shelter.
Pancakes had a troubled life growing up. He was found on the side of the road as a puppy and brought into the shelter at a young age. Thankfully it was a no-kill shelter, and Pancakes lived there for a year before Jane found him.
The poor dog only knew malnourishment and loneliness. But when he saw Jane, all he had was love to give. And when Jane saw him, she just wanted to give him the love he deserved.
Jane immediately knew that Pancakes would be the dog for her. She felt a connection with the animal that she had only felt as a child with her first canine growing up. Her husband agreed, and they adopted Pancakes to give him a new chance at life.
They had prepared their home for him with plenty of toys, the right kind of dog food, and even a comfortable dog bed. They wanted him to be spoiled to compensate for all the years of neglect.
Pancakes settled into his new home throughout the following months and learned to love his new family. He loved to play with the children outside and sit on the edge of Jane’s bed in the evening.
Even though everyone loved Pancakes, he was definitely Jane’s dog. He would follow her around the house and sit with her in her office while she worked from home.
After a few months had gone by with Pancakes, Jane was sitting with him on the bed when she noticed something strange. There were marks on his skin that she had never seen before. She worried about what they could have been.
She examined them and hypothesized that they were flea bites. After all, he did love to play in the bushes just outside their house, where all sorts of insects lived.
Jane didn’t want her furball to be in pain, so she decided to go to the local pet shop and ask what she could give him.
They recommended a dewormer, a flea tablet, and some treats to help make him feel better.
After a three-week course of deworming and flea medication, Jane decided to check on his progress. The entire time Pancakes was at least enjoying some delicious treats to hide the medication, so he would actually eat it.
But when Jane checked his bites, they didn’t look much better. In fact, there were even more than before. It meant that the medication wasn’t working at all.
It was clear that Jane had to do more for her dog since nothing seemed to be working. She needed to figure out what was going on with her canine and would do anything to make sure he got better.
She decided that enough was enough and that she would take him to the vet to figure out what was really going on. But she wouldn’t be ready for the harrowing news that the doctor would give her.
It was a hassle getting pancakes into the car. He somehow just knew when it was a trip to the park, groomer, or the dreaded vet. He was reluctant to go but eventually got into the back before sulking on the seat.
The drive to the vet wasn’t long, but the whole time, Pancakes moped and moaned. It was clear he was willing to endure the pain of the bites rather than go to the vet. But once the vet saw them, his eyes grew wide in shock and disbelief.
The vet shook his head and looked at her with a scowl. Jane had no idea what was going on. She knew there were lots of bites, but she had done everything that she could to help her boy.
It seemed that it didn’t matter to the vet. It looked as if he had been punched in the gut. What was wrong with her dog? Then he finally opened his mouth to speak and told her that the marks on the canine weren’t bug bites at all.
The vet further explained that the bug bites on Pancakes weren’t caused by any animal at all. They were caused by a human. The cruel reality of the situation washed over Jane as she realized what the vet was saying.
It was cruelty, but Jane couldn’t understand what was going on. She never had and would never lay a hand on her special boy, and she knew her, nor would her husband. Even her children were raised better than that. So who was the culprit?
Jane couldn’t believe what had happened to her poor boy. The doctor informed her that the marks were, in fact, marks. And that the marks were caused by BB pellets. Someone had been intentionally shooting her dog with a BB gun.
Thankfully, the doctor said that none of the BBs had hit anywhere vital. He was especially worried about his eyes, but they were fine. Jane breathed a sigh of relief.
The vet put Pancakes on an anti-biotic course and told Jane that he would be fine provided the shooting stopped. Jane assured him that she would make sure that the tragedy wouldn’t continue.
Pancakes started his road to recovery, and Jane stayed home to watch him 24 hours a day. She soon learned where the origin of all his pain came from when she looked over the neighbor’s fence.
Jane peered over her neighbor’s fence to find out bb pellets all over their garden. Furthermore, she saw a BB gun on their outside table. She decided to go talk to the owners of the house.
She found out that it was their son using the BB gun, and once his parents found out, he was severely punished, and it was taken away. Jane could finally sleep easy, knowing that no further harm would come to her animal and that he could recover.
