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It hasn’t all been plain sailing the Mutt. She’s had a pretty rough ride when its come to her little “issues” - I’ll bundle them together into one big terrible ordeal.
The first one started with a small limp on a little walk around the block, this was winter 2015 so the roads had been salted so put this inocuios little limp down to the salts on the road irritating a paw which i figured id wash off when we got home. When i later checked her paw i noticed a small cut on her pad, nothing in it that i could see so washed it off and forgot about it until i noticed she was still limping. Luckily the local vet is open for few hours on a sunday morning so took her down and they put her under to have a dig around in her paw to find it. They found a small chunk of glass a millimetre square buried in her pad. Poor pub was out for the rest of the day so on went the fire and she slept it off! - She also got a rather fetching bag she had to wear for a week to keep the wound dry - Keeping a dog from chewing something that shouldn't be there was a nightmare. It’s something like the fat kid in Willy Wonka getting a tour of the factory and being told not to touch anything, you know full well he’s going to bury his face in whatever he kind find!
Our next joyous find was slightly more horrific - these basically go in order of general horrificness whilst also actually being one after another date wise! - At this rate she wont have long left!
Its amazing how quickly you can spot something wrong with your dog. In the morning i noticed her left eye looking a little red and slightly puffy but i put this down to maybe how she slept during the night. At lunchtime i noticed this red eye puff had got a little bigger but passed it off and thought it might go down towards the end of the day. That was until i saw her in the car a few hours later with that i can only describe as an eye that looked like it was going to pop out of her head. Imaging 7 rounds with Mike Tyson in his prime - having said that, i don't think anyone saw 7 rounds with Mike Tyson in his prime? I later got a panic phone call to get over to the vets as it was something super serious. The vet panicked and thought she could have glaucoma and if that was the case the eye was coming out. We got rushed to a specialist in Bristol so stop the swelling because it was putting to much pressure on her optic nerve which could have blinded her, so not wanting a one eyed pirate look a like contender for a dog we may have extended the rules of speed down to bristol. They checked her out, confirmed it wasn't what the vet thought, poked her eye a bit, gave her some treats, gave us some antibiotics and then with a smile, promptly emptied my wallet of money. We went home with the sad looking thing you see below! Notice she's on the bed. This became a year of her not sleeping in her crate at night from here on in. Bad Hoomans. She got signed off a few weeks later after having some green goop put in her eyes - She’d have been perfect if this happened at halloween!
The third & “final” part of the saga should been routine but turned into one of the aforementioned “Horror Stories. Now. She’s a pretty girl, but, and it’s a bit but. I don't particularly want to have to deal with her having puppies - namely because i don't have the spine to be able to “sell” them which means id have 5-7 puppies to deal with.
Also as a side thing. I once bumped into a couple who had a beagle. They did ‘the usual’ and said how pretty she was. He was a big boy, pretty vocal and they asked if she was still ‘all there’ as in had she been spayed yet. I said yeah she had and the response made me chuckle. They replied with 4 words that i struggled not to giggle at. They were. “Aw thats a shame!” That’s a shame? As if i would have offered up my dogs womb like some kind of prize!
Anyway. I took her to the vets, left her with and got a phone call a few hours later. The news was not good. Not good at all intact. Jo at the vets proceeded to explain to me that she had finished the surgery but she had in fact spent the previous few hours untangling Molly’s gut as it was cutting blood flow as some of her gut had lost colour. As soon as she untangled it the colour immediately came back. Between this and us picking her up, her heart rate had dropped through the floor. So far through the floor that it nearly stopped beating. She must have reacted to the sedation or something complicated. They apparently struggled to get her heart rate back again but got her out and she seemed ok. Until she decided to put them on their toes again and her heart rate dropped again along with her temperature falling pretty hard. This turned out to be the most horrific experience I've had so far with having a dog. The closest to death we’ve got to. It’s coming and how we deal with it is something we don't know yet. After all this, as soon as we got home it was as if nothing had happened. She even missed the cone of shame from being spayed, instead getting a rather fetching babygrow. This was fine until I let her out to go to the toilet, forgetting to fold up said Babygrow, panicking, running out to fold it up and having to watch her piss all over the bloody thing!
She’s fine now. She got a bit fat but after a little diet looks as pretty as ever!