My day started with an early morning trip to Waterloo with Dr. Mahase and company to provide some veterinary care to ailing dogs. It was weird going back after yesterday's pick-up. Radha even commented on how quiet it was. I was forced to lie to Balram about the fate of the dogs. He asked if I could bring Pikachu back when she was finished with the spaying. I averted my eyes when I told him "Yes." The few remaining dogs at Waterloo will have new friends and enemies soon enough. I bet the number will be back to normal before I leave, so around 20-30 dogs.

Since there weren't many dogs to treat at the Temple site, we went down to Carli Bay where, I think, the situation is a lot worse. We arrived and only saw about 2 or 3 dogs. That's because the other 25 were distracted my beach limers who had food wit them. Once they smelled to sardines and dog chow, they came a runnin' and limpin'. They came in all sizes, ages, and both sexes, some much worse than others. They were so happy to have some food laced with ivermectin. I hope their skin conditions clear up. One dog looked particularly bad but was so friendly. I wish people understood how heartless their complete disregard for the lives of these animals is. We did a good thing today, but so much more needs to be done!

Okay, enough about the dogs. Happy Father's Day, Dad!!! This is the first Father's Day I have spent with my Dad since 1988, I guess. Let's see. So I went to Waterloo for most of the morning, I helped him grateful carrots, cheese, and chrystophene for lunch, took a nap, and went up to have lunch with Dad. We waited all day for Avia, Ms. Unreliable, who still hasn't called! Sigh. Dad and I may go out for a drink and to listen to some steel pan later. In the meantime, we're both going to catch some ZZZZZZs.

Dr. Mahase and her hungry patients

Ordered chaos- feeding at Carli Bay

Carli Bay