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Are all Whippets wimps or just good at trying to get the sympathy vote?
I had the day off yesterday and thought it would be a good chance to get out in the garden and paint the fence. Me and Mae had been out for a long walk and she had pottered around quite nicely for the rest of the day, leaning a couple of times on the wet fence turning herself brown and trying to drink the wood preserver (why must whippets try at least once to eat or drink everything? you need eyes in the back of your head :teehee: ).
She had been sleeping on a bench whilst I painted down the garden. All of a sudden I heard her yelp, I started to move but the yelping didn’t stop so I dropped the brush in the dirt and squashed several plants as I ran to see what she had done. She stood on the patio front leg held up still yelping. Realising what she had done, got her foot stuck between two slats on the bench whilst she was jumping off it, coupled with the continued yelping and way she was holding her leg, my immediate thought was that it was broken . It took me what seemed like an age to comfort her enough to stop yelping, even the neighbours came running out to see what was happening it was that loud and prolonged. I took her inside and put her down to see if she would put any weight on it but nothing, she kept it raised then lay down where I had put her, still whimpering.
Panic!!!!
Within 5 minutes I had made an emergency appointment at the vets and phoned my parents in tears, to tell them my precious baby was severely injured (with the fuss she made you would have thought her leg was about to fall off).
After 10 minutes of laying there looking rather sorry for herself, her little friend (next doors cat) popped her head up at the window to see what was going on, Mae saw her jumped up and ran outside to play with hardly a limp.
So, rather embarrassed, I phoned the vets to cancel the emergency appointment, apologised to my parents for making them think my dog was mortally wounded, let the neighbours know she was ok and got back to the painting.
All of this in the space of 20 minutes; who needs soap operas, just get a whippet!
I had the day off yesterday and thought it would be a good chance to get out in the garden and paint the fence. Me and Mae had been out for a long walk and she had pottered around quite nicely for the rest of the day, leaning a couple of times on the wet fence turning herself brown and trying to drink the wood preserver (why must whippets try at least once to eat or drink everything? you need eyes in the back of your head :teehee: ).
She had been sleeping on a bench whilst I painted down the garden. All of a sudden I heard her yelp, I started to move but the yelping didn’t stop so I dropped the brush in the dirt and squashed several plants as I ran to see what she had done. She stood on the patio front leg held up still yelping. Realising what she had done, got her foot stuck between two slats on the bench whilst she was jumping off it, coupled with the continued yelping and way she was holding her leg, my immediate thought was that it was broken . It took me what seemed like an age to comfort her enough to stop yelping, even the neighbours came running out to see what was happening it was that loud and prolonged. I took her inside and put her down to see if she would put any weight on it but nothing, she kept it raised then lay down where I had put her, still whimpering.
Panic!!!!
Within 5 minutes I had made an emergency appointment at the vets and phoned my parents in tears, to tell them my precious baby was severely injured (with the fuss she made you would have thought her leg was about to fall off).
After 10 minutes of laying there looking rather sorry for herself, her little friend (next doors cat) popped her head up at the window to see what was going on, Mae saw her jumped up and ran outside to play with hardly a limp.
So, rather embarrassed, I phoned the vets to cancel the emergency appointment, apologised to my parents for making them think my dog was mortally wounded, let the neighbours know she was ok and got back to the painting.
All of this in the space of 20 minutes; who needs soap operas, just get a whippet!