A couple of weeks ago, the same day we had to bury our cow, my neighbor called to let me know their dog had attacked Pacheco, our beloved toucanette. Because he's never been caged, he has developed quite a range for his daily adventures.
I immediately ran down to claim him. I found him sprawled out, gasping for breath, and looking bad. I brought him up to the house, expecting him to pass at any moment.
