Thursday, 5 April 2018
When It Rains It Pours
As you all know, I spend a lot of time with my dog, Lola. And my husband, but he doesn't need the constant attention that Lola does - most days. So let me tell you a little story.
This past Valentine's Day, hubby and I were getting ready to have a nice dinner together when I heard this blood curdling scream outside. I ran out thinking Lola was being attacked by a wild animal only to find her crawling up on our deck with the skin on her tummy hanging off. We immediately rushed her to the vet who suggested that Lola had caught her tummy on something while she was careening around our backyard like a lunatic (which she does all the time) and it effectively scalped her. The vet called it degloving (google it) and told us that he would have to keep her overnight to stitch her up.
We picked up a groggy girl the next day and were given instructions to keep her cone on, give her medication on a regular schedule and she could only walk on a leash at fifteen minute intervals (no free backyard runs) for the next 14 days. So, dog and supplies in hand, we went home.
Everything was going well until Sunday when we went to a friend's house for brunch. Lola was home with her cone on and brunch was lovely. However, at 1:00 hubby felt unwell (queasy, vertigo and unsteady). He had already spent 3 months in hospital last year and was nervous that this was happening again. So, we went to the emergency ward. I called a friend to check in on Lola and she was able to stay until 5. We were still waiting for results from tests by then so I went home around 6:30 to check on Lola and she was fine. I stayed till 9 and went back to the hospital to pick up hubby. We left around 11:30 and headed home. Hubby, by the way, was fine, but will be referred to a neurologist.
We were dismayed to find that Lola had removed her cone and taken out the majority of her stitches. So shortly after midnight we headed to the vet to have her restitched. After much lecturing and dirty looks (a story for another time) we left round 3:30 am with our newly stitched up dog.
I know she can't help herself, but it's so frustrating to see the damage that she can do to herself.
UPDATE: It is now April 5 and I forgot to post this. You will be happy to know that Lola and hubby are fine and none the worse for wear. Now, if we can just get through the spring thaw and mud being tracked through the house. Oh, the joys of having a dog.