End of Chapter One

… We kept up the treatments for a couple of weeks. He hated the eye ointments and nose creams, so we had to put a muzzle on his snout. As we approached with the ointments, he would growl in protest, a low, threatening GRRRRRRR! 

We watched him carefully, wondering whether a smacking of chops was a preliminary chewing gum seizure. But no, we finally realized, he was just smacking his chops. 
As the fears subsided and our lives settled down into a happy home with two dogs and two cats, my journalistic curiosity rose up. I asked myself some questions. 
If canine distemper is fatal, why is Galen alive? If this Dr. Sears has a cure for this fatal disease, why aren’t other vets using his treatment? 

The story of an unknown veterinarian with a dramatic cure for a terrible, fatal dog disease intrigued me. I wanted to know more about him and where he came from. This could be a good story for the newspaper. However, I had two problems. Much as I enjoyed working as a full-time freelancer at the L.A. Times, my four-year career there was coming to an end. I was very close to being hired by L.A. Valley College in Van Nuys to teach journalism full time. 

The other problem? Dr. Alson Sears was not returning my phone calls. 

Published by edbond251

I'm the project director on canine distemper for Kind Hearts In Action.

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