It's Mother's Day. A day for sleeping in and breakfast in bed for mommies around the world. I was no different. After being up 3 times in the night with our new arrival, our two legged children started their day right on cue....at 6AM. Today was the one day of the year when my elbow poke could not go ignored. J got up, took the puppy, and went to go feed everyone. I was thrilled to roll over and stretch out, comforted in the thought of sleeping until 9AM.
Not even 5 minutes later Emerson came running back in..."Mommy! Mommy! Scarlett ate the puppy!" All I could think was, she probably licked him and why can't they survive without me for 3 hours...I'd take one...
Then, I heard the panic in J's voice and immediately knew this was serious. "It's his eye". Long story short, Scarlett "boxed" the puppy, which resulted in a freakish accident. Her nail caught his eyelid, and not to go into too many details for the faint of heart, ripped the lower lid. We'd had our pup for less than 24 hours...
So, it's 6:20AM and I'm throwing on clothes and heading off to NC State Vet School. They are the best...
Got to the vet school just prior to shift change at 7:45. A vet on call took a quick look at him while I was filling in paper work for "Pirate". The name just seemed to fit after his battle...although "Rhett" would have worked too since Scarlett is the reason he was battle weary...I figured he needed a name other than "puppy". She came back out and said she concurred with another vet and they both agreed he should be seen by Opthomology. They paged Dr. G. and I sat waiting for 45 minutes for him to come in.
Dr. G came in and conducted a full eye exam to be sure there was no damage other than just tissue. All was good. Not even the hint of a scratch. He did need stitches through two layers which would require minor surgery. He left to work up the estimate. I called J.
So, within the next hour, while I held onto "Pirate" and he slept in my arms, and I assured him his new home would be the best in the world, anesthesia was called in and Dr. G. prepped for surgery. Remember...this is a Sunday...and all emergency fees apply.
They came in and shaved his little paw, I gave him a kiss, and they said he'd be ready to come home later that night. I was so sad to leave him.
I drove home and celebrated Mother's Day with the boys, got a shower, and then loaded everyone back up to return to Raleigh. We played at a Raleigh park for a bit and then drove over to the vet hospital to pick up "Pirate".
I talked with the vet about our home care that mostly consisted of antibiotics and his "E" collar (the cone shaped collar to protect his injury) which he said puppies do the best at because they don't know any better. He also said he should heal up great especially because of his age.
So, we took our dear puppy home to start his perfect new home life...over...
Not even 5 minutes later Emerson came running back in..."Mommy! Mommy! Scarlett ate the puppy!" All I could think was, she probably licked him and why can't they survive without me for 3 hours...I'd take one...
Then, I heard the panic in J's voice and immediately knew this was serious. "It's his eye". Long story short, Scarlett "boxed" the puppy, which resulted in a freakish accident. Her nail caught his eyelid, and not to go into too many details for the faint of heart, ripped the lower lid. We'd had our pup for less than 24 hours...
So, it's 6:20AM and I'm throwing on clothes and heading off to NC State Vet School. They are the best...
Got to the vet school just prior to shift change at 7:45. A vet on call took a quick look at him while I was filling in paper work for "Pirate". The name just seemed to fit after his battle...although "Rhett" would have worked too since Scarlett is the reason he was battle weary...I figured he needed a name other than "puppy". She came back out and said she concurred with another vet and they both agreed he should be seen by Opthomology. They paged Dr. G. and I sat waiting for 45 minutes for him to come in.
Dr. G came in and conducted a full eye exam to be sure there was no damage other than just tissue. All was good. Not even the hint of a scratch. He did need stitches through two layers which would require minor surgery. He left to work up the estimate. I called J.
So, within the next hour, while I held onto "Pirate" and he slept in my arms, and I assured him his new home would be the best in the world, anesthesia was called in and Dr. G. prepped for surgery. Remember...this is a Sunday...and all emergency fees apply.
They came in and shaved his little paw, I gave him a kiss, and they said he'd be ready to come home later that night. I was so sad to leave him.
I drove home and celebrated Mother's Day with the boys, got a shower, and then loaded everyone back up to return to Raleigh. We played at a Raleigh park for a bit and then drove over to the vet hospital to pick up "Pirate".
I talked with the vet about our home care that mostly consisted of antibiotics and his "E" collar (the cone shaped collar to protect his injury) which he said puppies do the best at because they don't know any better. He also said he should heal up great especially because of his age.
So, we took our dear puppy home to start his perfect new home life...over...
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