In around 1975, while searching for a lost dog, my girlfriend and I came across a ragged, emaciated, flea and tick covered older dog wandering the deserted Metcalf South parking lot one Saturday evening. She looked like a zombie. We couldn’t leave her there, but she was so wasted that she had no real will to live. We took her home, and at 7:30 on a Saturday night, I called Dr. Gates, at home, apologized for calling, and explained the situation. He gave very explicit instructions on what flea
