inCORiGIble...

So, we've had quite a week and it is only Thursday...

A quick recap:

On Sunday Dash was Reserve Winners Dog at Maryland Kennel Club. Joe showed him and Dash had a marvelous time playing with his sister for the weekend. We happily collected him on Sunday night, and took pictures of the triumphant little man. A great start to his show career.

Dash had other ideas. On Monday, while playing in our back yard, he stepped wrong and broke his foot - specifically 5th Metatarsal on his left hind (the judges side, of COURSE). X-rays confirm this instead of the feared blown knee. After carrying him inside, I laid him down and felt down his knee/hock to try to pinpoint where it hurt. No reaction. But brushing against his foot got a BIG reaction. I was really hoping for a soft tissue injury. No such luck. When Dash does something he goes all out. Dash came home in a spint while we decided how to treat him. He kept forgetting that his foot hurt, and tried counter surfing on one foot. Crazy dog!

On Tuesday I brought Dash back to the vet. Surgery was done to insert a pin, and as I learned on Wednesday, to remove bone chip from a butterfly fracture that didn't show up on the X-ray - all on same bone. We got a call at noon that he was awake and happy. And I called at the end of the day to learn that he is eating everything in sight.

On Wednesday I went to pick up the miscreant, who, being hopped up on pain killers, wants to FRAP. Sensing this is not a good idea, I confine him to his laundry room with a nice fresh knuckle bone (may regret that decision later as he has an upset tummy from the antibiotics...)

He spent Wednesday afternoon being cute and adorable. And given our current run of luck, it is now raining, so all trips outside involve wrapping his cast to keep him dry. We also had to spray the cast with bitter apple to keep him from chewing on the toe.

Wednesday at 9:00 p.m. (note the time - not during regular working hours - and there were 6 of them between the time we left the vet's office and when they closed), PegLeg decides that 24-36 hours with a cast is plenty (instead of the 28-36-56 days), and proceeds to slide his hock out of his cast. By the time the ER vet could see us, the cast was about 3/4 off his foot/leg. Cast is replaced. (Fast forward, my vet got a good chuckle this morning, and is giving me some tape to connect cast to fur... I'm considering doing a fancy figure 8 around the entire dog... but I'll think about trying just around his thigh to start).

Wednesday at Midnight, we are home, he is banished to a Labrador sized crate for the night as his fancy new E-Collar doesn't really fit in his normal crate, and Mom starts a glass of wine. This is followed by the 4:00 a.m. trip outside, complete with bagging the cast because of course it is raining for the first time in months... Mom finishes glass of wine and goes back to sleep.

Thursday a.m. - our vet's office tells me we don't need to come in if I'm comfortable that the cast is securely back in place. Dash figures out how to use his cone to scoop and toss gravel from our walk. Great - now I have to worry about him flipping something into his eye...

He is back in the Laundry Room today, and Dad gets to worry about bagging the leg until I get home.

It is going to be a long 6-8 weeks.