We had to dash to the vet again last night.
An emergency. Mum practically had the lights flashing. Bells, whistles and alarms.
And no. Before you think the worst, it wasn’t me. It was the big boy.
Raffy (drum roll) had hurt his toe! Yes folks, his toe.
He had a boo-boo on his toesy-woesy. Ahhhhhh. Everyone send roses.
Sigh….
The greatest baby actor ever known
He just couldn’t bear to have me the centre of attention for a while. He had to try and share it.
So now he is on anti-inflammatories and told only to do little walks. He isn’t even limping today.
I have to admit yesterday it did seem more dramatic.
He was limping a little at the dog park and by the time he got home he wouldn’t put his weight on that leg (should have gone to Hollywood that dog!).
He didn’t eat breakfast and played the ‘I am such a sick dog’ all morning.
At one point he struggled to get to his feet.
He made such a drama of it that Mum and Dad weren’t sure if it was his paw or his joints. He did this funny side-wise motion with his front leg which made it look like he was trying out for a baton twirling competition.
At the end of the day they took him to the village vet.
I went too.
The vet was so pleased to see me (of course). He commented on my new hair style and said I looked younger than ever. He’s okay that vet. He has very good observational skills.
He examined the boy and discovered his toe was swollen. All those dramatics for a toe. I ask you. I was embarrassed, I’m not sure how Mum and Dad felt but I couldn’t believe all that fuss for a swollen toe. If it wasn’t for the vet giving me treats it would have been a total waste of my time.
Of course as soon as we get back Mum googles things and discovers that there is a cancer standard poodles can get that can start in the toe so she is on toe watch now.
What can you do with her?
Twice a day they squirt these anti-inflammatories into his mouth and praise him for standing there and being so good.
I would be good.
Squirt it in my mouth. It apparently tastes really nice.
If he thinks a sore toe gives him bragging rights over pancreatitis he is sorely mistaken.
I am toe-tally out of sympathy!!
Love – Zena, the put-upon Princess
April 19, 2017 at 2:55 am
Big, tough poodle-woodle has an ouchie? TERRIER UP!!!
April 19, 2017 at 3:28 am
Ab-so-lu-toely!! Definitely a score for the terrors!!
April 19, 2017 at 6:20 am
Don’t forget he has to carry a bit more weight on his toes than you do! I hope he soon feels better.
Are you still talking to me, Zena? I hope so. I think you deserve some extra attention. He shouldn’t get all the attention even if he does have a sore toe. As you said, he is SORELY mistaken, ha ha!
April 19, 2017 at 7:12 am
Hmmm. I hadn’t thought of the extra weight Clowie. That is true – he is an elephant of a poodle. Fortunately I always get the lap – he is too big for the lap and even a sore toe cannot change that!
April 19, 2017 at 6:43 am
wow that is a scary toes-day adventure… we send hugs and weim-power for the paw and we hope there is no more toe-rture at the vet needed. Don’t be sad for Raffi’s paw-formance, that’s how we boys roll… we milk all things to the max, it’s in our genes ;o)
btw: that were mighty fine compliments from your vet for you… I have an un-nice vet, she only says… aaah… you again…
April 19, 2017 at 7:10 am
I think you should insist on a new vet Phenny. My old vet was okay but this new one is lovely and because of our adventures he already knows us! Mum shakes her head at that (and her credit card) 😀
I have to admit the guy isn’t limping today. Probably because he knows that he won’t go out if he limps. But brave he is not!
April 21, 2017 at 10:50 am
Aw, poor guy snagged and ripped his toenail. Mommy does that All The Time. Definitely not worth a trip to urgent care for her! Tease him like a terrier, Zena!
April 21, 2017 at 11:17 pm
I will suggest he go down to the village for a manicure 😀