My puppy broke. And the crazy thing is, is that this isn't the first one!!! Luckily Fossey is over her injury, so I now have to figure out how to keep a 12 week old crazy, hyper puppy contained for weeks.
He spent the night at the vet, so was gone home for two days. While he was away, his ears started to go pointy!! So weird. Everyone else still has their floppy ears.
|So thirsty after two days at the vet clinic! This is just as we got home.|
It's interesting watching him adapt to the cast, he's sure not letting it get in the way. All he wanted to do was get over to his momma and PLAY!!!
|Wheeee!!! I can run again!!!|
|Lookit me go!|
|Oof! Ok, so he's not an expert yet. That thing is HEAVY!|
How on earth did he break BOTH his radius and ulna you ask?? Well, my stupid klutziness is a contributing factor. In the freakiest, weirdest accident I've ever seen or been a part of - I was carrying a bucket with a bit of water in it, managed to trip... bucket went flying across the yard, and tumbled into Louis. He was SCREAMING and I thought being overly dramatic... till I looked at his leg. It was bent where it shouldn't have been bent.
And there ya go. I broke my puppy. I feel so horribly bad about it that this dog is going to OWN me. Forever. I am at his beck and call right now. Cookies? SURE!!! Fish? SURE!!! Special trip to town for wet food? SURE!! Jump in circles while patting my head and rubbing my belly? SURE!! Anything for you Louis!!
|Whattaya mean I can't play with them?!?!?!|
|Sniffing the grass, almost forgetting he has an extra long, heavy, immobile appendage!|
Did I mention I'm NEVER EVER EVER EVER having another litter? EVER???