This afternoon, she was running around in the backyard and my dad couldn't find her. He called and called and eventually she emerged from under the backporch with a freshly killed rat in her mouth. He praised her, took her prize, put it in a bag, and threw it out. Yuck. I'm pretty proud of her though. Good dog.
This evening, she was playing with her favorite stuffed bird toy. I was showing off how high she could jump for a toy she really wants. Then I threw the bird and she ran to get it. She didn't get it though. She started licking her back paw like crazy and then limping. I noticed blood. Oh no. I guess she caught one of her back claws when she was jumping and basically ripped it out. Ouch.
Going in to surgery.
Truck in her clearance halloween costume. Seemed like an appropriate picture of her considering the topic. Can you tell Jason loves seeing dogs in clothes?
We put her in the bath tub and rinsed it off to see what we were dealing with. Then we got to work trying to stop the bleeding. She was shaking and whimpering. Poor puppy. We packed it with baking soda and I put pressure on it for 15 minutes. She didn't love this part, but handled it really well. Eventually, she just laid down on the floor and even closed her eyes. It was still icky looking (yeah, that's the technical term), but not bleeding anymore. My dad helped me wrap it up to keep it clean.
Mat and Tab's dog, Zoe, was "worried" about Truck the whole time we were fixing her up. She kept sniffing at the door and eventually got into the room to check on Truck. She licked her nose. Then she sat down and looked at me holding Truck. Then she began whimpering. Then she barked at me until my sister came in and got her. I guess they are good friends.
Now, Truck is sleeping. She isn't even messing with her paw. She doesn't like the wrapping cause it is weird to walk in, but she seems okay.
Resting after a hard day.
The white thing is a sock that I have taped over her paw so she won't mess with it.
I am very thankful I wasn't all alone dealing with this. I know she is just a dog, but she is our dog. She's part of our family. My dad helped me care for Truck. Mom and Tab helped with Ariel. All this happened way too close to her bedtime for her to handle it smoothly. She wanted to be with me and in my arms, but ended up with Gram and Aunt Tab. Mat helped me with stopping the bleeding. We were out of stiptic (spelling?) powder, but his sister's vet had advised packing with baking soda if necessary and applying pressure. It worked for us. Then he ran out get more supplies in case we need them later.
Dramatic little doggy.
Thank you, God, for family support. It's entirely possible that had I been home alone, I may have ended up at a emergency room for dogs. Which would have been SO fun with a one year old with a cold after her bedtime. Not to mention we just don't have emergency vet money laying around our house. I still may end up taking her, if necessary, but at least this way it can just be a regular visit to OUR (read: more affordable) vet. Thank you, God, for Truck. She's a great addition to our family and we all (even Jason sometimes) love her. Thank you for creating her in a way that she could trust me to help her instead of biting me for holding her down and pushing on her hurt foot. Thanks for clotting her blood. Please help her to heal smoothly.
What's this about? I decided on my birthday to make a commitment to being intentionally thankful. I challenged myself to post one thing I am thankful for everyday this year.
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