I hope your pup gets well soon! I'm curious as to what area of western MD you're in...as I am also in MD and have never heard of a park with several feral cats...though I don't keep track of ALL parks. LOL.
If you'd like some recommendations on training facilities I happen to know quite a few all over MD...vets too, but it sounds like you have one. I'm a bit of a park freak too, so I have a bit info on those as well (not sure how long you've been in MD either).
You could call authorities though. There are MD state laws that require medical attention for dogs/puppies/cats etc. as well. At least you should notify authorities. Never hurts, and if they do something GREAT, if they don't then at least you know you tried.
If they are producing a certain number of puppies you can notify places like SPCA and HSUS to make sure they aren't a mill. Not saying they are, but at least someone gets out there and talks to owners (maybe scares them a bit) into being more responsible. Just trying to think of options.
For now, focus on his health
Give him soft kisses for us!
It's Hagerstown City Park.
Some well-meaning but misguided woman comes over from WV!
just to feed them.
I'm a ways west of there.
[Lord Baltimore referred to our area as "The Wasteland" and "The Wilderness"]...LOL!
We's awl hilllbillies out cheer.....
so I was born, have lived and will die within the same square mile.....
[48 years, so far]
Since "Mr SCHMIDT
" [a German guy who looked just and dressed just like Jaques Cousteau died], my favorite trainer is LeeRay Downs.
She was a very beautiful and kind woman who used to give public classes but 31 years have passed and now she does only private sessions.
After going through 2 classes with Mr SCHMIDT
[you have to practically yell that with a thick German accent to get the joke] and paying very
close attention I felt capable of doing my own training and have successfully obedience trained *many* rescue Dobermans, both for myself and others.
Tito, for example, could have given Hollywood dog stars a run for their money.
The dog was uncannily smart and had the most warped sense of humor I've ever seen in a dog.
We had "games" we played and he knew "the rules" of each game perfectly.
[some of which scared my mom pale because she thought the dog actually had me treed, intending to kill me]
He also believed he could become "invisible" if he dropped his front end, raised his back end and remained perfectly still.
I humored him by wandering around the yard, hand over my brow, walking right past him, calling "Tito? Where are you? Titoooooo! Come home!".
He'd hold this for 20 minutes or so, then his tail would wag and he'd literally explode from the crouch onto me, licking and squirming.
[bless his silly heart...he really thought he had me fooled]
People would see him do this and ask "WTH is your dog doing?!?" and I'd answer "Pay him no mind. He's invisible right now".
I wish I'd had the opportunity to do agility with him.
There was nothing he wouldn't jump over, crawl under, wiggle through or fetch; I only had to ask.
He was also a terrible clown.
The sit/swing became a speed event to him.
to swing faster than all the other dogs in class and he would sit in front of me, trembling in anticipation of the command and I never got the whole word out before he was airborne and pirouetting into the sit/heel position.
Our classes were in a parking lot in a strip mall and lots of people would stop to watch.
On final test day, during the long down, he started to sloooooowly commando crawl his way back to me.
[while completely still down]
10 agonizing minutes passed and closer and closer he came until finally, his chin was on my sneakers.
He looked up at me and wagged that little stub of his and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The onlookers actually cheered him....and for the first and only time that *I* ever saw , Mr SCHMIDT
cracked a smile.
I thought sure we'd failed but he passed him.
He subtracted points for the crawl but gave him "bonus points" for his ingenuity because, although he'd broken the 'letter of the law", he'd kept the spirit of it by remaining flat on the ground......
How I still love and miss that once-in-lifetime, crazy dog.
[he could also "say" my name and several times barked what sounded exactly like NO!