Until Leo winds up in the cone.
Last night started out as slightly chaotic around the homested…I am doggie sitting my best friend’s dog PL. I love PL. She is a “busky”, a beagle/husky mix. I knew both her parents and I was the facilitator in getting PL to her forever home with my best friend and her family 7 years ago. PL is well trained and always greets me with TONS of love so I enjoy having her over. She is my favorite “niece” (yes, I am one of those people).
So, PL and Leo played nicely in the family room all afternoon with my youngest daughter supervising. Lots of barking and nails on hardwood. As the sun went down, we all went to my neighbor’s for a bonfire. Another friend just got to town with her two dogs so it was dogstravganza…Leo is the baby and was acting it so I sent my two kids home with PL and Leo to crate them and then come back. I figured it would alleviate a bit of stress…I didn’t figure right.
About two minutes later I hear Leo screaming bloody murder. I am half a block away and I listen for a second before I react. Mainly because Leo is a drama queen. Sometimes he screams if he bites his own tail too hard. Plus I am a mom, it takes alot to get me to freak out. I have had the Boy Who Cried Wolf talk with Leo. He wasn’t stopping and all of the sudden I hear my 9 year old daughter’s screams join in with Leo’s!!!
That got me moving. Ofcourse I am imagining the worst. Although I hadn’t heard a car screech, it is always a possibility as we live on a busy road. My 9 year old meets me at the end of my neighbor’s driveway with tears and barely able to choke out the story. Meanwhile I notice Leo stopped screaming. I walk faster and here comes PL running towards me, all by herself! She was so scared she wanted to come get me also! So I grab PL by her bandana because she had slipped her collar. But a car was coming and PL’s bandana wasn’t tight so I scooped her up. Now, PL has been having some weight issues…which I think is cute, except when I am terrified she is going to accidentally run into the street and so I have to carry her half way home. She is a CHUNK! Anyway, I put PL and the 9 year old in the house to sort out the crate situation and I turn my attention to Leo.
At this point, my neighbors had come on the double and were there on the scene before I was. One neighbor already has the emergency vet on the line, one neighbor had the flashlight, one neighbor was comforting my kids who were crying hysterically and in the middle of it all is Leo, bleeding and looking at me like I needed to kiss it and make it all better.
What happened was Leo had wrapped his leash around the wrought iron flower pot and pulled it over. It landed on his right hind foot, crushing it into the sidewalk. This planter weighs at least 100 pounds. So, Leo was NOT faking it this time. Poor little guy was really hurt! I had to go into Crisis Mom Mode. I had the 13 year old go put the big comforter over the back seat of the car so that my brand- new- just-got- it- friday- car wouldn’t have puppy blood stains all over the back seat. My neighbor gave me specific directions to the vet ER, PL was secured and off we went. Not what I was planning on at 10pm but then again, I guess I wasn’t NOT planning on it either. What an adventure.
We had never been to the emergency vet. All I knew about it is that it was going to cost a fortune and take all night and that my mom (a nurse) was going to yell at me for not fixing up Leo myself. She forgets that I am a dance teacher, not a nurse like she is, and although I have come a long way, there is still some stuff that I am not capable of. Like gross bloody stuff and limbs hanging at weird angles…not to mention I can’t even imagine how bad it hurts. Shoot, I stubbed my toe on that darn planter and cried for an hour…Poor Leo.
We get there and within minutes the vet techs had Leo sedated with some pain killers. Leo stoned, drooling, singing along to the dog in the other room who was crying. The vet ER is like a doggie bar with all the puppies singing the blues. And we wait. The kids had stopped crying and were all about making sure Leo felt secure. About an hour later the vet tech comes in and gives me an estimate. We can have Leo fixed up for about 700 million dollars. Ugh. Leo’s stock in this world just went up. I opted to just the wound clean and wrap and figured he’d keep until the morning for x-rays with our regular vet. The vet ER agreed and 2 hours later they led out a limping Leo. My sweet guy had a plastic cone on his head and his hind foot wrapped with a plastic bag tied to it so that it didn’t get wet in the torrential thunderstorm that had descended upon the city. Because ya know it wouldn’t be an adventure without a tornado warning.
He couldn’t walk without almost flipping head over heels because of the cone. He looked so sad…Like bassett hound sad…He kept crashing into me because he was working with three legs and the cone of shame. I helped him into the car and then ofcourse took a bunch of pictures of him because he was so pathetically cute. We got home and I stuffed him in his crate. Mainly because I thought he’d be more comfortable in his crate and he would know it was bedtime. But it was way past bedtime and he was wound up. He cried loudly for 2 hours until I finally woke up the 13 year old to take him down and sleep on the couch with him.
I think Leo is pretty darn lucky that he only broke one toe and cracked a metatarsal. I think I am pretty darn lucky to have neighbors who come running at 10 o’clock at night when a puppy screams. Oh Leo, it looks as if you might be taking up where Spencer left off….