Written on 6-8-2020.
Well, what an adventure we’ve had today. Kody, in his youthful exuberance, attempted to catch our neighbor Frank’s truck. He caught it, but not in the way he probably pictured. We thought the worst, because we have seen this happen before. The first time it happened, we lost our Zen. We ran from our spot just outside our front doors as soon as he took off, yelling all the while.
“Stay! Stop, Kody! No! Stay!”
He wouldn’t listen, hellbent on catching a large blue rabbit with tires. We didn’t see what happened (thank goodness), but we heard it (yikes!). What an awful sound! That terrible thumping sound of dog against metal and tire. It didn’t sound good, and I thought he was a goner, for sure. I am pretty sure Belinda thought the same thing. It sounded bad.
Thankfully, he wasn’t a goner. He is resting in our bedroom right now. We got him to Valley Veterinary Clinic in less than 15 minutes (I drove a little faster than the speed limit), and he was taken away for an evaluation. I was encouraged, because he walked to the truck to be able to go there, and then he repeated the task going up to the their building. He couldn’t be hurt too bad, I thought, if he could do that.
He had no internal bleeding. He had no broken bones. Both small miracles, truly. He did have some serious road rash on the underside of his front right leg, however, and they did discover a laceration that needed six stitches in that armpit. He is on pain medication and antibiotics, of course, and we will put him in the “cone of shame” at night and anytime we won’t be watching him until it heals. Poor dog. Poor us.
I am going to bed now. It’s nearing 11:00 PM, and it’s been a stressful day.
Until next time…
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