House gates are open. Dog smells a cat and runs after it out on the street. Car accidentally runs over dog. This is one of a dog owner’s worst nightmares. All dogs pass away, but hearing about those who have lost a beloved pooch this way—totally unexpected and virtually at the hands of someone else—saddens and scares the dog poo out of me.
I’ve been watching too much TV recently—I’ve actually sat through the movie Quarantine on HBO. To sum up the not-quite-critically-acclaimed film: Blame the dog for spreading a super strain of rabies that infected tenants of an apartment building, turning them into bloodthirsty zombie-like savages.
Declaring that rabies turns people into zombies is obviously an exaggeration. Although, if left untreated, the disease spreads along the nerves, and victims undergo headaches, fever, malaise, difficulty swallowing, hallucination, agitation, and spasms—the last two symptoms comparable to a zombie in beta-testing mode.
B movies aside, never lose a much loved pet—more importantly, a loved one—to a disease like rabies. Be a responsible pet owner and make sure your pooch gets his rabies vaccines. Though it is one of the deadliest diseases around, it, too, is one of the most preventable. Rabies control is achievable, and prevention is the first step.
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When I started preferring jumpers and sneakers to ruffled dresses during my tweens, I thought that forcing me to wear anything with ribbons or lace was downright cruel. It wasn’t that I would get hives wearing a girly getup, it was that tween-age self-inflicted drama made me believe I would die—at least figuratively, of embarrassment, that is—wearing something that I felt wasn’t “me.”