Early Monday morning, our dog, Percy, started screaming. Ali and I both heard the racket and followed his yelps to the boys’ room. We could NOT figure out what was wrong. He was sitting on the floor, not walking or moving at all except for the crying. Ali held him down (gently) while I felt all his fingers and toes. I knew it was something on the back end of him because of the way he had one leg positioned. We put him up on the bed (he bit both of us) and Ali held onto him while I called the vet. They could see him right away.
I got dressed in record time and went to hold Percy so Ali could get dressed but Percy got away from me, jumped off the bed, ran down the stairs, and outside. Richard pulled up at that moment (he’d been running errands) and leaned down to get Percy but he got bit, too. I went outside and cornered him by a snowbank. When I picked him up, he started screaming again and I got bit again. He stopped hollering and we got him into the dog carrier.
Long vet story short, he is 12 years old and has a very loose kneecap that popped out of place and probably popped back into place when we moved him to the bed. It’s now sore and his back is probably sore too from the muscles tensing up. He’s on pain meds and an anti-inflammatory. The vet said the kneecap has probably been loose for awhile now (common in terriers) and it’s just going to keep getting worse with age. He also likely has arthritis in that join. There’s nothing they can do but pain management and anti-inflammatory meds when it’s sore.
For now, he’s on two weeks bed rest (keeping him still is really a chore!). I have him locked in the living room with me while I work. He’s much more comfortable today, and is able to walk…meaning we CAN take him outside to wee wee, thank goodness!
This week’s Masonism:
Mason woke up at 5:00 a.m. the other morning, asking to go potty. He went and then came back to bed.
A few minutes later, he said he had to potty again. He went again and came back to bed…again.
A few minutes later, he said he had to go again. He was in there a long time and didn’t go so I was starting to suspect a urinary tract infection.
He then came back to bed once again, and started complaining that his stomach hurt, while asking me to rub it. He was whining a bit and I kept on rubbing his tummy and he whined some more.
After awhile, he sat up, made a HUGE fart, smiled and said, “My tummy’s all better. Can I watch cartoons now?”
Hugs to all!
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