You couldn't have made this one up. We have more toe problems in our house.
Time it's Molly, gorgeous, peaceful, silky, loving Molly who does nothing wrong, is never irritatingly bouncy or loud and just wants to be my friend. She was out for a walk with Other Half and tried to catch a mouse in the hedgerow. As she pounced she yelped and Other Half noticed her toe was at a funny angle so he brought her home and when I looked at it I decided it must be dislocated so we put it back into place and called the vet. No answer, hmmmmm, we called again and still no answer so I called her medical emergency line and they said to call the vet. Aggggghhh! I tried the vet one more time, got no answer and decided to assess the situation.
There was no blood, she seemed quite calm and un-bothered by her toe, and although she was hopping it wasn't stopping her from moving about and scrounging in the kitchen so I decided to strap it up, doing what the vet had done to Badgers toe, popping bits of cotton wool in between her toes, wrapping more cotton round her foot and bottom part of her leg and then bandaging over the top of that, except I didn't have any cotton wool so we had to use extra soft toilet roll instead.
Other Half had the job of taking Molly to the vet the next morning and it turned out that she had broken her toe. This was a bit of a shock to say the least espcially as we'd manipulated it back into place! So she had to stay in for the day and get it set and cast. Poor Molly, she is the most careful, dainty greyhound you'll ever know.
After work I ran down to the vet and collected her and was greeted with some hilarity about our bad luck with toes, and out came Molls hoping along with a great big dressing on her leg, ot bothering about it one little bit. She hasn't even tried to chew it, she's that good so here's hoping I won't have another lampshade dog for another six weeks.
In the meantime she is to have absolute rest, this should be fairly easy, she is a greyhound, lazing around is their speciality, especially when her bed is in front of the log burner.
So here we go again, back and forth to the vet but hopefully this will be an easier ride, fingers crossed. x
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
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oh Lord. Poor Molly. Dogs are such stoic creatures, aren't they? I'd be demanding an epidural and months off work and they just pootle on as if nothing has happened.
The word verification today is "ingeomp" which I think must be pronounced in-GE-omp. I now need to make up a definition for it since it really is a lovely word.
Mad x
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