So, Meredith (my daughter who has recently joined a convent to determine whether she is really really supposed to be a nun and whom I have not heard from for two weeks) telephones on Saturday to say she NEEDS the insurance number because she is on her way to the hospital with a bunch of the sisters to get RABIES shots because the convent beagle dragged in a half-dead raccoon that the health department confirmed was rabid---and could I hurry because she has to go, but don't worry--Love you--Good Bye.
As it turns out, no one was bitten by anything rabid. The beagle who has the propensity to present the sisters with dead things, will probably have a new home soon. That's a shame because the dog (whose name is NOT Patrick) has rid the basement of snakes--huh, again?? Anyway, the shots are precautionary, it is unlikely anyone was exposed, BUT . . . there is a chance of exposure if one has contact with the saliva of a rabid animal. And, the dog did chew on the raccoon, so the dog slobber may be considered a source of contact. NOT something to mess with, especially since rabies is (are?) ALWAYS fatal.
Meredith, astute as always, figured that I would be a bit miffed if she left home to join a convent and died of rabies before I even got to go visit her--so she opted for the vaccine. SMART GIRL.