It’s been a bit of a day of days to be perfectly honest.
I knew what was in store for Pepper and, once I had fed everyone and got them into their correct fields, we went to the vet.
Pepper was a good girl. She weighed – 7.7kg (so she’s put on a bit, which I wanted after the diagnosis of her tummy troubles) and then popped onto the table for a thorough examination.
And, like I thought, Pepper had cut both front paws. The left side was a small split between the toes but it was nice and clean, and Pepper wasn’t bothered by it.
The right front paw was much worse. Pepper had a deep tear through her big pad so the vet and I discussed options – ie leave it or stitch. In the end I said “if she were your dog, what would you do?” and the reply was “I would stitch her” so that was it. Decision made and Pepper went into the kennel because a) there was another patient waiting and b) the vet needed more time since Pepper had eaten breakfast (I kick myself for not making her nil by mouth today). I left her there (*** sniff ***) but luckily my flute-duet friend was there so she regularly visited Pepper for me and sent me updates.
I spent the rest of the day keeping myself occupied while my every thought was with my wee dug. The phone rang – huzzah – and I went to fetch a hoppity green-bandaged Pepper home.
I have to carry her a lot and she prefers soft ground. She is also housebound for the foreseeable with daily dressings and antibiotics.
The support staff are barely adequate. Just sayin’ and I am looking at dog boots to protect her feet. I think we are in for the long haul.
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Pacing around an empty house waiting for “the phone call” so you can go back to the vet and collect the patient has got to be one of the WORST ways to spend a day, ever :-{
Any idea how she did the damage? Do you have soil full of stones – could she have cut herself digging for bunnies?
PS: At least being confined to close quarters means she cannot eat anything disgusting which Monster has killed and dragged home . . .
Ah, yes, this sounds very familiar, complete with anxiety of clock watching, & ,seriously, wonder why I would have fed my dog when there was the possibility of some sutures. The first time my ‘Pepperish’ experience happened, my lab cut his paws on a paved road & I had to carry…stop…carry Rhett home. I send my condolences to both of you. I am impressed that Pepper is such a big girl that she does not need a cone of shame so she won’t tear apart her stitches. Two weeks of Rhett & his cone drove me nuts as he ran into walls, furniture, & dishes that were not even in his way until he took a detour so I would know how he viewed his cone. I hope that Pepper has pain meds & that you have some wonderful libation for the days ahead with the recovering patient.
Poor Pepper – she certainly knows how to cause maximum stress for you! I hope she’s a good patient and appreciates your care. xx
Gee, that’s a lot to deal with, where are your 4 legged helpers when you need them? Here’s to Pepper healing up quickly and easily, and getting back to her bouncy, mischievous self.
Hope Pepper heals up and feels better soon.