Harley: Dog with the Worst Luck Ever.
Dec. 22nd, 2008 09:36 pmSo my aunt went to Taiwan for this Christmas, from the 17th to 1st. During that time I am to babysit her golden retriever and stay at her place. Around before Thanksgiving, she wanted me to take Harley, the Greyhound That Is Too Damn Clumsy For His Own Good, over to her place to see how they get along. I dropped him off, left. Two days later I get a call that says he's limping. I thought it was his usual "I stepped weirdly and my foot will hurt for one minute before it fades, but in the meantime I'm gonna whimper like the world is ending." So told her to keep an eye on it and if he's still limping in an hour, I'll take him to the vet. He was still limping, so I went over there and saw that his foot was badly swollen and he couldn't put ANY weight on the foot. Took him to the vet, found out that something had punctured the bottom of his foot, it was badly infected and therefore he had a fever. He was put on antibiotics and it healed and everything was dandy.
Until the 16th when I went over to do the actual babysitting and within the first 15 minutes either my aunt's dog stepped on the same foot and punctured it, or stepped on the foot and reopened the previous wound. Since it was late and Harley didn't even notice it, took him to the vet the next day. It was slightly infected so they gave me more antibiotics, as well as stuff to wipe off his foot and soak it in just to really make sure it heals. Ok. Everything seems fine.
Then today, my babysitting of my sister's two dogs started(sis went to FL, usually parents would babysit, but they also left on vacation. no I didn't know when I accepted babysitting my aunt's dog that I'd also end up babysitting 2 more). Went to my aunt's place, greeted by two excited dogs who definitly needed to use the bathroom. Opened door to backyard and all four dogs charged outside and proceeded to run around like crazy. After awhile, Harley came up to me, all happy and like, "yay!play!" and I noticed that his foot was bleeding--one of his nails looked a little dislodged. Cue me going "ARGH NO!" Then! Then I noticed that another foot was seriously bleeding and when I took a look, it was punctured through.
So took him to the vet and now he's there overnight cause they had to sedate him to clean and put sutures in his feet.
When I got home I had to clean up bloody paw prints from all over the hardwood floors. The deck is still covered though. And my backseat. I ain't cleaning it up today.
My aunt's backyard has a bunch of landscaping stones bordering flower and tree beds and I think the first and last foot injuries were from those.
Tomorrow after I pick up Harley, I'm bringing them to my house. At least I can trust my nice level backyard not to injure my dog. Fuck if I(and Harley) can deal with another trip to the vet.
Bad luck: 9 (since I've gotten him)
Harley: 0
Until the 16th when I went over to do the actual babysitting and within the first 15 minutes either my aunt's dog stepped on the same foot and punctured it, or stepped on the foot and reopened the previous wound. Since it was late and Harley didn't even notice it, took him to the vet the next day. It was slightly infected so they gave me more antibiotics, as well as stuff to wipe off his foot and soak it in just to really make sure it heals. Ok. Everything seems fine.
Then today, my babysitting of my sister's two dogs started(sis went to FL, usually parents would babysit, but they also left on vacation. no I didn't know when I accepted babysitting my aunt's dog that I'd also end up babysitting 2 more). Went to my aunt's place, greeted by two excited dogs who definitly needed to use the bathroom. Opened door to backyard and all four dogs charged outside and proceeded to run around like crazy. After awhile, Harley came up to me, all happy and like, "yay!play!" and I noticed that his foot was bleeding--one of his nails looked a little dislodged. Cue me going "ARGH NO!" Then! Then I noticed that another foot was seriously bleeding and when I took a look, it was punctured through.
So took him to the vet and now he's there overnight cause they had to sedate him to clean and put sutures in his feet.
When I got home I had to clean up bloody paw prints from all over the hardwood floors. The deck is still covered though. And my backseat. I ain't cleaning it up today.
My aunt's backyard has a bunch of landscaping stones bordering flower and tree beds and I think the first and last foot injuries were from those.
Tomorrow after I pick up Harley, I'm bringing them to my house. At least I can trust my nice level backyard not to injure my dog. Fuck if I(and Harley) can deal with another trip to the vet.
Bad luck: 9 (since I've gotten him)
Harley: 0