Two weeks ago, Maya went back to the vet for followup on her broken leg. Unfortunately, the vet put her on four more weeks of restricted activity -- no running, no jumping. I swear this vet has never had a puppy before. If she had, she would know how impossible it is to keep a little one calm for long.
Like tonight, it's 11:00 pm and instead of going to bed, I'm playing tug-o-war with Maya. Why? Because it's the only way I can keep her from running around like a mad woman. She gets these bursts of energy at 10:00 pm every night. At 9:59 pm, she's fast asleep. At 10:00 pm, the sprinklers come on and she's up and full of energy for at least an hour. My options are either play with her and try to keep her calm (hence the tug-o-war) or put her in her kennel and make her go back to sleep (after she cries for a while). I went with option 1.
I don't really mind her being up, and I didn't used to mind her running around, but with her leg not completely healed, it's just not a good idea. So the bad news is we play tug-o-war with her leash and it gets a little more torn up. The good news is she definitely feels better.
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Friday, March 18, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Broken Puppy
Well, it finally happened -- I broke my puppy. :(
Ok, so I didn't actually break her, but I feel bad anyways. When I left home on Thursday morning, she was perfectly fine. When I came home that afternoon, she wasn't. She stays in her kennel when I'm gone and will run out when when I open her door, running circles around the living room and practically jumping into my arms. On this particular day, I opened the door, and she walked out very slowly. Then I noticed she was limping. I checked her over, but couldn't find anything wrong with her.
We ended up at the vet's office where x-rays showed a break in her rear leg. She came home with a cast that day and had surgery the following afternoon. She slept a lot the first couple of days, but is getting back to her normal self.
Through it all, Maya has been a trooper. When I found out her leg was actually broken, I was amazed that she hadn't cried at all. She even let me (and the vet) touch and manipulate her leg without so much as a whimper. She was putting weight on it by Saturday, and today I've already had to stop her from running and jumping.
She looks pretty pathetic with her shaved leg and cone head, almost like she's ashamed. I wouldn't want to embarrass her even more by posting a picture, so here's one with her little cast.
Ok, so I didn't actually break her, but I feel bad anyways. When I left home on Thursday morning, she was perfectly fine. When I came home that afternoon, she wasn't. She stays in her kennel when I'm gone and will run out when when I open her door, running circles around the living room and practically jumping into my arms. On this particular day, I opened the door, and she walked out very slowly. Then I noticed she was limping. I checked her over, but couldn't find anything wrong with her.
We ended up at the vet's office where x-rays showed a break in her rear leg. She came home with a cast that day and had surgery the following afternoon. She slept a lot the first couple of days, but is getting back to her normal self.
Through it all, Maya has been a trooper. When I found out her leg was actually broken, I was amazed that she hadn't cried at all. She even let me (and the vet) touch and manipulate her leg without so much as a whimper. She was putting weight on it by Saturday, and today I've already had to stop her from running and jumping.
She looks pretty pathetic with her shaved leg and cone head, almost like she's ashamed. I wouldn't want to embarrass her even more by posting a picture, so here's one with her little cast.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Poor Puppy!!
Yesterday, Maya was going crazy around the house, so I decided to take her out to run off some energy. We went to a little park/dog run by my brother's place. I called him up while we were there to see if maybe they wanted to bring Amos out. Unfortunately, it started raining before he got there, but he invited me up for dinner.
Now those of you read this blog know that Maya and Amos don't exactly get along. It's not that they don't like each other; it's just that Amos plays too rough and Maya doesn't like it. She ends up barking and snapping at him, and he still doesn't leave her alone. Last night was no different. I'll let her defend herself unless it looks like he's getting too rough, or she gets tired and comes to me for help.
Last night she got tired and ran up to me for help, and I picked her up and set her on my lap. Amos walked away after a minute or two and went to his water bowl. Thinking she was safe for the time being, she decided to jump off my lap. My brother's place has hardwood floors, and I'm not sure if her feet slipped out from under her when she landed, or if she just landed on her side, but she ended up hitting the floor on her side, hard. She got up, but was kind of stumbling, not quite sure of herself and started crying. This was the first time I ever heard her cry, not a quick yelp, but actual crying. I felt SO bad, but there wasn't much I could do. I just picked her up and checked her over and tried to comfort her. Even Amos, who had been chasing her around like a madman, was all of a sudden very gentle and looking concerned. It was almost like he was saying, "I didn't do it! Please be ok or they're going to blame me."
After a few minutes, she was ok, but seemed a little tentative. On the upside, Amos left her alone. I think he was scared of hurting her. And by the end of the night, she was back to her normal self and even initiating the playing with Amos. But still, poor baby!! :(
Now those of you read this blog know that Maya and Amos don't exactly get along. It's not that they don't like each other; it's just that Amos plays too rough and Maya doesn't like it. She ends up barking and snapping at him, and he still doesn't leave her alone. Last night was no different. I'll let her defend herself unless it looks like he's getting too rough, or she gets tired and comes to me for help.
Last night she got tired and ran up to me for help, and I picked her up and set her on my lap. Amos walked away after a minute or two and went to his water bowl. Thinking she was safe for the time being, she decided to jump off my lap. My brother's place has hardwood floors, and I'm not sure if her feet slipped out from under her when she landed, or if she just landed on her side, but she ended up hitting the floor on her side, hard. She got up, but was kind of stumbling, not quite sure of herself and started crying. This was the first time I ever heard her cry, not a quick yelp, but actual crying. I felt SO bad, but there wasn't much I could do. I just picked her up and checked her over and tried to comfort her. Even Amos, who had been chasing her around like a madman, was all of a sudden very gentle and looking concerned. It was almost like he was saying, "I didn't do it! Please be ok or they're going to blame me."
After a few minutes, she was ok, but seemed a little tentative. On the upside, Amos left her alone. I think he was scared of hurting her. And by the end of the night, she was back to her normal self and even initiating the playing with Amos. But still, poor baby!! :(
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