Rotten pup strikes again!
After our Halloween party, Chris and I came home to find that Macy could barely walk. Seeing a dog hobbling and stumbling around - well that's just a bit more that my little heart could stand.
Wobble, wobble, stumble to the ground.
Sensitive to the touch when I felt of it.
Because of the way she grew, Macy naturally turns her little legs out to the side. Like a person would stand with their toes pointing to the sides. It's weird, yes. Even a bit disturbing when you see her legs turned completely backwards. Since she does this, the vet has always told us to keep a good eye on her.
So, when she couldn't walk on her front right paw, I was concerned.
It was midnight. We had to make a decision. Either we head to some outrageous expensive dog hospital or we wait until the morning.
"What if something is really, REALLY wrong?"
Off we went. (I know what you're thinking... we're ridiculous. The story gets better.)
Chris dropped me off at the door while he parked the car. I carried Macy in (duh! Her leg is hurt!) and checked her in with the guy at the counter.
"Is this Macy? How's she doing?"
"Yes it is... Well, she's holding up her front right paw and can barely walk. We watched her stumble around for about 15 minutes before we called."
"Okay, fill out this paperwork and have a seat. We'll get her back in just a minute."
Fast forward 5 minutes. Chris has already come in and is sitting with us. And no doubt, we're holding Macy down from running around the room.
Talk about embarrassing! Our dog who could barely move is dying to sniff every corner in the waiting room. So, we did what every dog parent would do and whispered into her ear that she needed to at least act like her paw was hurt so we didn't look like big crazy people.
Too late.
"Is Macy still limping?" - Yep, the check in counter guy again. Guess he's watching us.
"Hum, here's the deal. We're not exactly sure anymore."
"That happens. You can meet me in room 2."
In we went. Our tails tucked,
hoping Macy would be okay, but at least would
look like she's hurt a bit. Working in a doctor's office, there are always stories of parents who bring in their super sick children to see the doctor. By the time they get her there, the child is bouncing off the walls with
excitement. Then the parents has to stammer out that the child was really sick before they brought him or her... Something like they've had a fever for two days, been
lethargic, sickly looking... But now they're as happy as little larks with pretty smiles on their face. I know exactly how they feel now. Not that we're surprised Macy's
adrenaline was pumping - we had to take a car to get to the vet and you know how she feels about
cars {read that if you don't or
read this if you need more info} - but it would have been awesome if the dog had shown the vet what she was doing for us...
We met the vet. Macy was checked out completely and showed signs of discomfort when the vet touched her toes, paw, and wrist.
"It feels like she's hyper extended her right paw and wrist. With the way she's walking on it now, you can still tell she's favoring it and limping. We could do an x-ray if you would like, but I didn't feel any broken bones."
No doc, that's enough for us!
"We'll just take our now barely limping puppy and pay the large sum of money at the front. Thanks for your time."
Update on Macy girl: Her paw is healing and she's occasionally still limping. The vet told us that she would limp more after resting it for a period of time. (We think that might have been why she limped so bad after we got home from the party... She typically sleeps while we're gone.) We're keeping a good eye on her though. Luckily, Macy doesn't act like it bothers her too much.
Lucky for us, there's a story to take away from the night.
