Yesterday I took Swizzy to the lake. We came across a baby raccoon and called the rehabilitation center they said for me to bring it in, they already caught one that morning. So I tied Swizzy to a tree, wrapped the raccoon in a towel and retrieved Swizzy. The raccoon then jumped out my arms and I yanked Swizzy away but we were still close enough for her to get it. Once I got her to drop it, we rushed to the nearest vet. The vet happened to be done for the day and left so it was just the assistant who couldn't do anything and sent us the town shelter which was thirty minutes away (then heavy traffic). I rushed there as fast as possible but once we got there the baby raccoon had already died.
I'm so peeved because I should have brought Swizzys muzzle along, or left her tied to the tree and ran to put the raccoon in the car, or put Swizzy in the car and came back for the raccoon, I should have held tighter, or hopped on the highway to the shelter. UGH!
I'm not mad at Swizzy though, I know has a high prey drive and she was in a situation meant to fail.
A terrible photo I got of the little one while waiting for the rehabilitation center to pick up the phone.
