
Torky, on Humboldt Bay. She needs help paying her vet bill.
BY ED MURRIETA
On Sept. 1, 2010, Torky and I headed to Humboldt. We were newly homeless and Humboldt County was as good of a place to be homeless as any place else. We lived in my Subaru and slept in the parking lots of beach-front campgrounds and Indian casinos.
Things were OK until March 2011. That’s when a pad on Torky’s right rear paw started bleeding as we walked along the Eureka waterfront. It was a fresh wound, a pinprick gusher. I followed the blood, re-traced our steps and didn’t find any needles, glass, rocks or other sharp objects. I cleaned and bandaged Torky’s paw.
Torky appeared to heal and all seemed well until a month later when we moved to Sacramento to house-sit for a friend. Our first day in Sacramento, Torky’s pad tore and bled.
In her first vet visit in April, Torky was put on antibiotics and bandaged up. She wore a bootie with a rubber sole.
She went to the vet again in September for more antibiotics and bandaging. The bootie became Torky’s new accessory.
Torky is a 7-year-old, 80-pound German Shepherd-Bernese Mountain Dog mix. She’s active, or wants to be active. She’s re-open her wounded pad just running across the back yard.
What happened over nine months was a series of: bandages, antibiotics, torn and lost “protective” booties and a lot of worry.
It looked like something might be seriously wrong.
Last week, Torky went to the vet again. The vet did a biopsy on her wounded paw. The results show that Torky has a tumor. It’s of low-grade malignancy and can be removed without without sacrificing the foot or more. All signs point to Torky making a full recovery and living a happy life. She’ll just walk like a little funny like Ratzo Rizzo, but we won’t be making that sad bus ride south, if you know what I mean and I think you do.
The federal efforts against medical cannabis that is shaking the industry’s knees reverberates here at Pot Appetit. While Torky and I are no longer officially homeless — Who can really say for sure they’re secure in America anymore? — money is an issue. To help cover Torky’s vet bill, a friend set up a chip-in contribution fund. Thanks to the kindness of strangers and the capacity of friends, we’ve raised about two-thirds of the estimated vet bill. More, of course, is needed.
Torky goes in for surgery tomorrow morning. You can earn a big, wet cosmic dog kiss by helping out today.
Someone might ask, “Why not treat Torky’s tumor with cannabis?” Two which I say: Surgically removing tumors is tried and tested, at hand and expeditious.
When you’re responsible for another creature’s life, personal politics should do like Torky and sit.
Who’s a good dog?

Still not convinced that medical cannabis dispensaries are part of the lifeblood of the communities they serve? Consider that patient members of Orangevale’s
Magnolia, which just became the Sacramento region’s first dispensary to unionized its employees, hopes to double the amount of donated blood this year. To prime the plasma pump, Magnolia will give its registered patients a free medicated edible from Uncle Buck’s Bakery when they donate blood at Friday’s drive. Better than the donuts and orange juice people usually get for donating blood.

























