It all started one morning at my park. The Lady I rescued had let me off leash but it was one of those perfect mornings after a busy day before at the park. Lots of garbage especially around the bleachers, left from teenagers after school. There's a Little Cesaer's across from the southwest corner, where there are bleachers to a softball diamond. My favorite garbage finding area for pizza, garlic bread, and the coveted chicken wings with salsa. This morning was no different, with my nose in high gear, I began to cover every inch searching for any crumbs. But the Lady would have none of that and being the well-behaved dog I am, I came to her, sat down, and let her put my leash back on.
We walked for awhile with some other pack friends, Zoe and Ed. Thinking it was safe to let me off leash again, the Lady unhooked me. After a few steps she turned around and I was gone. Running back to the bleachers. I know she can't run but she always follows me, this is our game. Eventually she caught up with me as I feverishly scrambled up and down the ancient stone steps. By the time she yelled at me to come I was on the top row of the bleachers, at least five feet up. "Dolly, get down now!" Well I did. Without hesitating I leap from the top row and landed on all fours, sort of. My front legs buckled under me. She screamed. There were other dog walkers that witnessed my heroic leap. She ran over to me, got the leash on, and frantically made sure I was okay. But I wasn't. As we began to walk I limped badly right away. We got back to the others who were in shock to find out what the scream was about. It wasn't long before everyone knew about my death-defying leap.
Well, we eventually made it home. I limped pretty badly most of the way and the Lady carried me when she could. Later that morning, we were there. The Vet. The story she gave the doctor, and later to dad, was I jumped off a wall a few feet high. Unfortunately, the doctor then wasn't sure I was that badly injured. But x-rays were taken luckily showing nothing broken. Diagnosed as a soft-tissue injury, we were sent home with anti-inflammatories and limited to leash walks. The only concern being that soft-tissue injuries are tricky and are known to reoccur.
In a few days I was fine and the Lady started to take me to the park again, always on leash. I finished my meds before BlogPaws and the injury soon became forgotten about. Until this week. The Lady thought she noticed me limping on the way home from the park on Tuesday. Wednesday she couldn't figure out why I didn't want to go outside or for a walk. Thursday, the limping was very noticeable on an attempted walk. She called the vet and got another dose of anti-inflammatories, thinking as a soft-tissue injury its common for these to reoccur. But I was extremely lame and noticeably in pain. By the time dad came home that evening I couldn't put any weight at all on my front right leg. A decision was quickly made, back to the Vet.
Stay tuned. Love Dolly the Doxie (mix)