Burton Puppy had a little incident. Actually…we don’t know what the heck happened.
Thursday he came in from outside because Shadow Dog can open the deck door by herself. He jumped up on the couch next to Eldest Female Spawn doing her Girl Scout homework. I was on my computer when she let out this horrid, blood-curdling scream.
Now…she’s known to have a bit of drama queen in her so I wasn’t the kindest.
Me…looking not so nice.
“What in the world is wrong? Why are you screaming like that?”
Then Littlest Spawn starts screaming and sobbing all at once.
I jumped up because two out of four crying like that means something may possibly…maybe….probably not…could be…up.
Holy Shit. I don’t swear a lot (on here) but…wow.
There was a gaping hole in his side. The fur was hanging next to flesh under this what looked like 4 inch wide tear/bite. Honestly thought maybe something got ahold of him.
I yelled at Eldest Spawn : Catch Burton. Hold him still. Be careful.
Grabbed a beach towel and carefully threw it around him to hold him together.
Me to Eldest Spawn : Get in the truck. Now. Move it.
Me to Eldest Female Spawn who was sitting on the stairs rocking and crying : I know it’s scary honey. You have to pull it together and watch your sisters. I’ll call Daddy and he’ll be home as soon as he can. I need your help.
We FLEW out of the driveway and down highway N. I’m not proud of how fast I drove. I sped. A lot. But I honest to God thought this dog was most likely going to die. I called Dr. Evil. He was just leaving work and more than 20 minutes away.
So who do I call? Awesome Amy. The conversation went something like this…..
Me : Hi. I need your help. Are you busy and what are you doing?
Her : Okay – what do you need. I’m fine.
Me : Go get my girls. Burton Puppy is hurt and they are freaking out. Dr. Evil is about 20 minutes away and I don’t want them alone.
Her : Got it. I’ll get them and bring them to my place.
Me : Thanks. You’re the best.
Then I hung up. I just hung up. Called the clinic. It went to voice mail at 4:59. As I was barreling down the highway I decided I would go there anyways and surely someone would be there to answer the door.
We got in the parking lot at 5:01. Lights off. Dark. Eldest Spawn ran around and banged on every surface we could to see if anyone was there.
No dice. The message said to go to Woodbury…I thought he’d be dead if we went that far. (He wasn’t exhibiting any signs of being in pain but was sort of quiet…do dogs go into shock?)
Eldest Spawn googled other vets in Hudson. Luckily the first one we called was open and only about 3 minutes away. Bring him right in, we’ll be waiting for you.
Flew in the drive. Ran around and grabbed him from Eldest Spawn. In we went.
They were so sweet there….I was a mess. Remember the whole Fizzgig thing – well, the last time I was this frantic about a dog…I had run him over. She looked at him and said “Oh, I see.”
The vet came in and looked at him more closely. Said it was going to take some stitches to close him up but it wasn’t that deep. He’d need surgery and they’d keep him overnight. No worries, he’ll be fine.
And then he found his feisty self – she tried to take him from me and he was PISSED.
We left Burton Puppy there and I started to get shaky. I praised Eldest Spawn. He was so calm and responsible. Held onto Burton Puppy all the way there and talked to him in this sweet, calm voice. He was so…grown up about the whole thing.
Then I started crying. Poor Eldest Spawn knew what I was thinking about. He said, “Mom, Fizzy was old. It was an accident. And I really was only kidding when you thought I was mad about borrowing my snowboard.”
I had to laugh. He was trying to cheer me up. A kid. A super kid.
We got to Awesome Amy’s and picked up the Female Spawn. They were doing homework. Man..that woman deserves a medal. She is seriously amazing. The girls got ready and we left for home so we could then leave for Girl Scouts.
Home to find evidence Eldest Female Spawn was making up bowls of cereal with glasses of milk for her little sisters. She had set the table and was preparing to feed them when Amy arrived. And she put on a movie the two littles liked a lot. She so pulled it together. Another amazing kid. I’m so proud of her.
Burton Puppy will be fine. He’s sporting the Cone of Shame and as Dr. Evil calls it his ‘wife beater’ t-shirt. We’re hoping to prevent him from scratching at his 26 staples on the outside and internal stitches. Poor dude. There is a long cut. The vet warned me over the phone the injury was larger than I thought because when I brought him in it was all bunched up.
The vet said it appeared he either was bit and pulled away or got caught up on something and pulled. I really hope he got caught on something. There is a dog that wanders our neighborhood a lot. Animal Control is on a first name basis with him. He can be sweet but he tried to nip at Eldest Female Spawn last summer. Most likely he tried to go under our deck – he’s quite a bit larger than he used to be…was 6 lbs when we got him – now he’s a whopping 32…and got caught up on something.
As for Burton Puppy…this is what he thinks of his new ‘get-up.’
I will get you when you sleep. Just wait.
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