Sunday, May 23, 2010
Not A Good Day To Be A Dog
I'd planned to draw mine, or Greg's, but our day took a sad and near tragic foot-related turn. Our water loving boy wandered out of sight, jumped in the creek, and was swept over the falls. He traveled a long way down a cold and angry creek, until a stranger heard his cries, searched through the woods, and waded into the strong current to rescue him. His foot is seriously broken, and he's all cut up, toenails worn off from struggling against the rock, but alive. Thank God. And the stranger. And our dog walker Linda who knew who's dog he was and where to find me. And Dr. Rob and Mary-Ellen who came to the hospital with me, and of course Dr. Harvey and the x-ray tech who raced in on a long weekend and took such good care of him. He's overnighting there.
Other dogs have gone over the falls there who didn't fare so well. I'm just so thankful he's alive. He was such a brave boy. Hardly whimpered once we'd settled him down (and not at all after they gave him the magic juice). He wagged everytime someone new came in and said hi to him. Friendly boy through and through.