I was called to pick up a hairless dog. The poor thing was terrified and hid in the bushes next to the house.
I called the vet after catching him and took him directly in. His skin was clammy. He had sarcoptic mange. He was emaciated and full of worms. What do I name a dog like this? Doodad! After several long months of old-school mange treatments, Doodad grew back a beautiful coat of hair and was a Great Pyrenees. He has been the main guardian of the farm for 12 years now and continues to do so to this day.