So, I'm sitting blethering to a pal this afternoon when I hear a massive commotion in the back garden and much yelping.
I ran outside to find that my labradoodle, Angus, had impaled his foot and what appeared to be his leg on a garden fork. Not a hand fork, mind you, but a great big one - a proper size one for digging. I could hardly see what he had done because he is so hairy.
I rang the vets and they told me to bring him in, without removing the fork, and they would take a look at him.
Angus weighs about 28kg and fortunately my pal was able to take the fork while I carried him, or I don't know what I would have done. I sat with him in the boot while my pal drove, to comfort him, as the poor thing was both in pain and scared to death.
The vets thought he had just stabbed himself with a hand fork, and were pretty shocked when they saw the state of him. They gave him an injection to sedate him, but he didn't fancy that, so they put him to sleep; then they got him on a trolley and then got him out of the car and into the surgery.
The happy news is that he is home and fine, although when the anaesthetic wears off, he will be right sore. He got the tine thru the fleshy bit between two pads, which they they cut open in order to remove the tine and flush out the wound, before sewing. He has a big bandage and a sad face, and he is right tired.
Me? I'm a mess. I'm still shaky, and I feel like I've been wrung out. I have never seen anything like that in my life, and I'm not in a hurry to see it again!
He goes back Friday to see if his toe is broken, check he isn't getting infected, and get re-bandaged.
Oh, and you know, he never fussed, snarled, bared his teeth or even growled the whole time. We lifted and carried him to the car with this great big fork hanging out of him foot and he is SUCH a good natured dog that he never said a word.
So - how was your day?
