Back To Routine - Dogs Daily Hike
By Aunt_HeatherPiper on January 13, 2014
Sweepin' the clouds away
On my way to where the air is sweet ~Joe Raposo
This past September, the 28th to be exact, I arrived at my mom and dad's house to find Seven slightly different. What was this change? His injured leg. What happened? Seven broke his leg!
Over the years, we've never experience a dog with a broken leg, ever! I mean dogs meet porcupines, yes. Dogs meet skunks, yes. Dogs even get too much exercise and have sore muscles for a few days, sure, but a broken leg?
Evidently, Seven and Scooby got away from mom and they headed straight for the neighbors dog, Thor. Yes Thor, he's a really friendly German Shepperd pup. Knowing our dogs, the mad dash for Scooby meant he wanted to bully the dog. The mad dash for Seven meant he wanted another friend to play with. Either way, our boys, mostly Scooby, do what they want, when they want, even if mom is standing on the porch yelling at the dogs to listen (my cousins down the road can hear mom yelling, no joke!) and they simply choose to do what they feel like. Both dogs, Thunder and Lightening as I like to refer to them, headed down the driveway and onto the road, till they reached the neighbors driveway before making their way back.
Mom said Scooby trotted up the driveway all proud of himself, wagging his tail like he did something admirable. Now, Seven on the other hand didn't come back right away. That's not normal behavior, at all. Seven is faster than Scooby and Seven likes to run around like a puppy. Not to mention, he's the one out of the two that semi-listens. Mom called for Scooby's sidekick and eventually he came into her line of vision, limping along the way. What happened?
Her and dad looked it over and they guessed it was broken, but couldn't verify. Being later in the evening on a Friday night, there wasn't a whole lot my parents could do for the dog, so poor Seven had to go to bed and try and rest. Mom informed me he laid in the extra bed, the one I usually sleep in when I stay there, and whimpered all night. Poor Seven was in pain!
By the next morning, they could see an area on his leg that was swollen and Seven couldn't put any weight on the injured limb. By the time, I got there, mom had already taken Seven to the Vet's office. After a few X-rays, low and behold, one broken right leg.
The Vet's office was praising Seven's behavior, being mild tempered and a real trooper. I was proud of him. I mean, a bunch of strangers poking and prodding, being held in a strange place, all while in pain. Seven even let them move him around to get proper angles under the X-ray machine and never said a peep. Once they were done with him, mom and Seven arrived at home with my buddy sporting a cast.
On a side note, Kyle and I felt really bad for Seven, although we were both excited to sign his cast, just like I was in high school again....
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