So we’re waiting at the campus vet clinic for Nyla (alias “the Bean”) to have tests run, and since we’re pretty much stuck here, I figured it was time for another post. Yay Wi-Fi!
We’re at the vet because Nyla was involved in some sort of backyard accident yesterday afternoon. Where we let out dogs out, there is a small, maybe 3’x3′ cement pad that they run on to get to the terraced steps to go down to the yard. There is about a 6′ drop down to concrete on one side, and both dogs avoid it.
Except yesterday, we heard pained yelping from outside, and when we went out, we discovered Bean at the bottom of the drop whimpering and standing on three legs, with her back right leg tucked up under her.
I brought her in to the house and manipulated the leg she was favoring a bit, and she didn’t whine or yelp or express any sort of pain all. Then I noticed there was blood all over my leg, top, and shorts. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that Nyla’s front right dew claw had been ripped almost completely off. Stomach turning grossocity. Given our past experiences trimming her nails, Nick ran and grabbed a towel to cover her face so that I could trim the nail off without losing a finger or two. It was at this point that we found the dew claw was actually completely sheared off and was just stuck to her paw with blood, making me feel a little silly for trussing her up like Hannibal Lector incarnate.
With Nyla still mummy-wrapped, Dr. Nick stepped in doctored her wound. I never thought the first aid kit would be needed for a pup before me! He cleaned he wound and wrapped it in gauze with an antiseptic ointment, taping it all together. Paw fixed up, we put her down, at which point she collapsed almost immediately. Back leg still problematic, obviously.
It should be noted that in the past, if Nyla gets mad or pouty or slightly injured, she fakes a limp. We know she’s faking because sometimes you’ll catch her frolicking out of the corner of your eye, and when she notices you noticing, she returns to her woe-is-me-with-the-hurt-leg routine. So we weren’t sure how hurt she was, so we decide to give her until this morning to start walking normally.
Which she didn’t. When I got to work I called the campus vet clinic (so glad this is a med AND vet school) and was able to get a “2:30” appointment. Of course, when we arrived everyone was in a meeting until 2:30, that really didn’t end until closer to 3:00. As with any waiting room, that’s a little frustrating, but since we’ve been seen I feel like she’s been receiving excellent care, so I’m over it.
The vet that saw her manipulated the hell out of her leg, moving and stretching and pressing on them, to no yelp-producing avail. At one point Nyla was on her front paws with her hind legs stretched completely up-and-back behind her, basically in a wheelbarrow race position, an she was calm as could be. It was starting to feel like a pity party scheme was afoot. With no discernible injuries, our vet took her back to an osteo-specialist vet to look at and X-ray.
The result? Both of Nyla’s hind kneecaps were dislocated, but they think that is just a condition she has naturally and they’ll return to their proper places on their own (which one actually did while she was being examined). There is no other bone damage, so she may just be sore from the fall. They’re giving us pain meds and sending us on our way. In addition, they gave us meds for her bad joints, so Nyla wants y’all to know she’s going to become the face of puppy osteoporosis and do Boniva commercials with Miss Sally (Field, that is). Big dreams for an over-the-hill pup!
Now, this is a happy TIG ending, I think. In the States, this kind of visit, with labs and X-rays, could have easily run in the hundreds of dollars. It was less than a hundred here, including meds. Which isn’t a happy cost to incur by any means, but is so much better than it could have been.