Regulars know I don’t believe in coincidences. However, sometimes I struggle with the whys when something bad happens, just like everyone else. Thankfully this time, the situation unfolded pretty quickly and while I’m not at all grateful that Gretchen got bitten by the neighborhood menace, there were positives.
- I learned that we DO still have an emergency vet *IN* the city. In fact, Wondervet used to put in a few hours there, and the staff is beyond compare. (Well, okay… they’re as awesome as Wondervet and Vision Vet and her colleagues.) So for the few local readers, unless you have to drive past the place in Earlysville, when your vet is closed, go to Greenbrier Emergency Animal Hospital.
- While chatting with the other human patient in the waiting room, I got a recommendation for another local-ish vet. I won’t link yet, but upon hearing of the place, I remembered that a friend stumbled upon them because of their extended Saturday hours and it was love at first visit. While chatting with the ever-present Wondervet, I learned that the owner/managing vet there is an old friend of hers.
- While visiting said place’s website, I learned she has a special interest in opthamology. Be still my heart. A vet into eyeballs AND already bonded with our Wondervet?! I can hardly wait for tomorrow’s call when I’ll basically interview her…
- I was reminded how blessed I am to live in a dog-centric world. Friends re-routed their conversations to support me yesterday. I take it for granted, but my inlaws didn’t flinch when I called and announced I wasn’t working because Gg was still somewhat sedated and needed me. Another friend reminded me of one of Gg’s favorite people-food treats when I mentioned on Facebook that baby was being VERY picky and needed to eat ANYTHING she would accept.
I know many of you will have lots of questions, so photos will follow this paragraph. Proceed with caution; I don’t find them disturbing, but as a firefighter-medic, I routinely returned to a meal after the most disgusting of calls, so I’m sure I am not a good judge of gore and what might bother the general population.
Yeah, the same dog that has been a pill was the offender. It charged us Monday evening, and I rather literally swung harnessed Gg behind me, to focus on keeping the alpha-DIVA out of harm’s way. Well… I forgot that Gg is a Jack Russell TERROR at heart; she somehow slipped her harness and chased the aggressor back into its yard, where I heard that awful sound and knew my wee one was hurt. Thankfully, she high-tailed it right back to me and the other dog and its packmate stayed in their yard.
Rather than try to describe where the wound is, see for yourself if you are so inclined. It is in a compromising spot, so Gg is on two weeks of “bed rest” (no running, jumping or stairs) and then over the following two weeks, we can increase back to our 20+ mile per week walk-runs. I’m not sure where we’ll log those miles at this point; because our focus has been on a very sad, sore dog, we haven’t been able to go talk to the aggressor’s owner(s). Rest assured… we will. I don’t want or need reimbursement, but I would like to be able to resume our walks next month and feel safe.
The wound isn’t as pretty as it was Monday night at the vet’s. The Knight feels it is bruising from where the beast’s jaw made contact but didn’t break the skin. Because I know what internal bleeding feels like, I tend to agree with him, but we’re keeping a close eye on her. She’s also on antibiotics, an anti-inflamatory drug and a heavy painkiller.
I’m just grateful it wasn’t anything worse. Of course, the jury is still out on what this has done to Gg’s pre-existing problem with any dog other than Sissy… I have a consult with a trainer on Saturday. It will be a month before we can even consider “school” but I figure it could take that long to find the right set-up.
Posting will be irregular as I juggle an already hectic schedule with intensive care of a very special patient.