Speaking of biters…

Sweet Georgia Brown Dog has had another incident. (She would never bite anyone, but I couldn’t resist the segue.)

I was getting ready to take her outside on Tuesday morning, before leaving for work, and she was jumping around, as is her wont to do. She landed funny on the hardwoods and started yelping, and her little leg was sticking out at a funny angle. Since this is “the leg” from the Mother’s Day Attack, I was panicked.

I cancelled with my carpool, and drove her to the Vet. They x-rayed her leg, and found a healing fracture in her fibula (probably left over from The Attack), and some hip dysplasia. I still don’t understand why that would cause the pain, but I am guessing she pulled something or strained something.

The vet suggested that she might have some osteo-necrosis or something like that (dead bone) in her hip, and it might require surgery. I know you non-pet people are laughing at me, but I know that if she needs it, I will be packing a lunch for months and having orthopedic surgery on a ten-pound terrier mix.

She is on anti-inflammatory and pain-killer drugs, and seems a bit woozy most of the time. I am hoping that she will rest and heal and be relatively back to normal.

It is so sad to see her limping around. She isn’t putting weight on her foot, and I have been carrying her up and down stairs and building little ramps to the sofa out of floor pillows. I am not ready for her to be a geriatric little dog. She is my best friend.