The injury happened Wednesday morning. She insisted on going outside at 5 AM. The
morning 5 AM. We were sound asleep. OK, I was soundly sleeping, it was Jason who got out of bed to let her out. My sleep wasn't disturbed; never is, never has been and never will be.
BB stayed outside for several hours until I let her back in, just prior to leaving for work. I opened the door, she came in and laid down in front of the sliding doors... it's important that she can keep an eye on what's happening in her backyard as she waits for the sun to rise, that her sunbathing may commence.
It's tiring getting up that early to chase squirrels, owls and marking territory...a girl's gotta get her beauty sleep!
Call me an unfit mother, but I simply didn't notice her limping and favoring her paw. How would I? I open the door, she comes in and then plops right down in front of it. But I did notice her limping when I arrived home later in the afternoon. She was licking her paw.And licking. And licking. Did I mention she was licking her paw? And not that this has anything to do with her injury, but why does she lick the floors? Does anybody know why a canine would do that?!
It just so happend that the next day, BB had an appointment with the vet.The vet took a look at the paw and diagnosed a probable nail problem or bruise...
Then sent us home with some kind of fabulous medicine, to help BB "relax" during her injury.
"Relax..." OK, Doc! If that's what you want to call it.
Our doggie got stoned!
I mean,
really STONED! She didn't move a muscle.
What a lovely profile, BB! The fang angle is outstanding.
This stuff made her stone-cold stoned. We call it...Doggie Dope.
Doper. Stoner. Dope-Head.
She didn't have a clue as to what was going on.
And really, wouldn't it be nice to once-in-awhile be able to just sack out like this on the floor and not have a clue or care in the world as to what's going on around you?
We'll never know what was going on in that little head of hers.
But I can tell you one thing...her paw wasn't hurting anymore!
