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[Linz1012]

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What a fright Milly gave me this morning!

I was just getting up when I heard a thump. Looked over, and saw Milly, who had been beside me in the bed, lying in her side, on the floor. Source of thump identified, I asked if she was ok (no, I didn't expect her to reply "Yes, thanks" but I did expect a tail thumping the carpet once or twice). All I got was a raised head, raised paw, and a bit of whale eye. She's 9(ish). I was thinking exploded disc fairly high up, or something (thanks, Supervet! Lol).

I get dressed, mind racing. Milly's 22kg. On a good day, I might have been able to help her to her feet, but for the last week, my back's been in spasm, and it's got worse over night - given the narrow space between my bed and the wall, there's just no way on God's Earth was I able to get down to her, let alone help her up.

Thinking emergency trip to the vet, an orthopaedic specialist, and possibly PTS, I rang my brother, who is worth his weight in solid gold! He says he's on his way (with his 8y/o daughter piping up, "can I come?" in the background).

No sooner had I got off the phone, than the [insert string of expletives here] rolled over, got up, and sauntered into the living room.

She got a joint stick and some head and side petting, and then told to go lie down so I could have my coffee. Lmao.

Lurchers!

 

[JudyN]

Hahahahaha, absolutely typical! That scream of pain followed by OWOWOWOWOWOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!, the face that says 'You're going to have to shoot me, aren't you?' I've nearly fallen for it a few times. Once, I thought I'd have to carry him to the car (he's 34 kg) because he simply could not walk at all. I cajoled him for a couple of minutes but he just stood looking at me and holding his leg up. Until I got a bit of sausage out, then he trotted straight up to me, without a limp, all near-fatal injuries forgotten.

The funniest time was when he collided with another lurcher and lay there screaming, a tangled mass of limbs. OH and I were some distance away and a couple of horrified women stood next to him, looking at all those legs (surely about 8 of them?) sticking out at odd angles. 'Oh, he's really hurt himself! Look, he's broken his leg!' 'Nah, he'll be fine,' we called back, sauntering up slowly. They gave us such a filthy look - cruel, heartless owners, not at all worried that their dog was suffering terribly and would need immediate vet treatment followed by months of rehab - and walked off in disgust.

Called J over, waving a bit of magic sausage at him, and he rose like Lazarus. A couple of minutes later he was running around with the other lurcher again.

 

[Linz1012]

Hahahahaha, absolutely typical! That scream of pain followed by OWOWOWOWOWOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!, the face that says 'You're going to have to shoot me, aren't you?' I've nearly fallen for it a few times. Once, I thought I'd have to carry him to the car (he's 34 kg) because he simply could not walk at all. I cajoled him for a couple of minutes but he just stood looking at me and holding his leg up. Until I got a bit of sausage out, then he trotted straight up to me, without a limp, all near-fatal injuries forgotten.

The funniest time was when he collided with another lurcher and lay there screaming, a tangled mass of limbs. OH and I were some distance away and a couple of horrified women stood next to him, looking at all those legs (surely about 8 of them?) sticking out at odd angles. 'Oh, he's really hurt himself! Look, he's broken his leg!' 'Nah, he'll be fine,' we called back, sauntering up slowly. They gave us such a filthy look - cruel, heartless owners, not at all worried that their dog was suffering terribly and would need immediate vet treatment followed by months of rehab - and walked off in disgust.

Called J over, waving a bit of magic sausage at him, and he rose like Lazarus. A couple of minutes later he was running around with the other lurcher again.

Milly's piéce-de-resistance is to refuse to move at all if she has her coat on. Cos, you know, she's a rough, tough, bad-a $$ lurcher bitch. She don't need no coat. Even if it is 1°C and the snow's 2" thick on the ground.

I suppose I'm lucky in that way - Milly's generally silent, so there wasn't a peep out of her, just the overall sense of hopelessness. After she'd been lying completely still for a couple of minutes, I did double check she was still breathing, though. I just hope she never learns to hold her breath.

Tail's been swishing from side to side, she's play-bowed, "killed" one of her toys - again - and launched herself over the foot of my bed - all at the prospect of a walk, so it's safe to say she's completely fine.

 

[JudyN]

I've had the same thing with Jasper's coat too. I've just decided it serves him right if he gets cold (petty much as I did with my sons ) - but his Scottish deerhound genes seem to have kicked in more as he's aged so he doesn't mind the cold or rain. Unless it's really iciliy cold rain or, worse, hail!

I'm glad she's fine

 

[2dogs1cat]

What a fright Milly gave me this morning!

I was just getting up when I heard a thump. Looked over, and saw Milly, who had been beside me in the bed, lying in her side, on the floor. Source of thump identified, I asked if she was ok (no, I didn't expect her to reply "Yes, thanks" but I did expect a tail thumping the carpet once or twice). All I got was a raised head, raised paw, and a bit of whale eye. She's 9(ish). I was thinking exploded disc fairly high up, or something (thanks, Supervet! Lol).

I get dressed, mind racing. Milly's 22kg. On a good day, I might have been able to help her to her feet, but for the last week, my back's been in spasm, and it's got worse over night - given the narrow space between my bed and the wall, there's just no way on God's Earth was I able to get down to her, let alone help her up.

Oh,Milly ,poor Mum !

Thinking emergency trip to the vet, an orthopaedic specialist, and possibly PTS, I rang my brother, who is worth his weight in solid gold! He says he's on his way (with his 8y/o daughter piping up, "can I come?" in the background).

No sooner had I got off the phone, than the [insert string of expletives here] rolled over, got up, and sauntered into the living room.

She got a joint stick and some head and side petting, and then told to go lie down so I could have my coffee. Lmao.

Lurchers!

 

[Mad Murphy]

Been there done that, but with an elderly beagle... Benny got up from bed and collapsed.. Stood up unable to put any weight on one side collapsing again ..Major panic at 3am only to find the daft so&so had slept funny and his leg had gone to sleep! Quick massage and an invitation to sleep on dads side of the bed cured it.

 

[Linz1012]

The culprit in question, right now;

 

[Dibbythedog]

They love to scare us ! Glad she's ok now.