Scooter’s state

July 8, 2016  Scooter’s near death disaster. This may say the author is Ted but only the bottom three photos with captions. This is my story. Ted handled the crises well and wrote his story and posted it here http://www.bitterrootbugle.com/2016/07/07/9668/.

Ted is kicking himself for not having removed the cause before today. Yesterday, there was an old piece of metal pipe with a T top just the right height that Scooter impaled herself on it during a romp in our yard with a new doggie friend. This is a VERY tall garbage can. The rod must be 3.5′ long and was really deep in the road next to our yard, impossible to remove by hand, most likely, until not frozen and water and warmer weather had made it a little easier.

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The owner of the visiting dog, David, felt terrible and pulled out the offending metal with his bare hands. When Ted tried it himself he was never successful. He says he should have cut it off, of course.

I was shopping, thankfully, when it happened and didn’t even find out about it until 2:30. It happened around 10:30. I was trying to raise Ted on the ham radio but never at the same time that he was listening. He was trying to reach me and having no luck, either.

Mom was there, unfortunately, and felt terrible about it, moved to tears, she has such a tender heart.
IMG_5460It will be at least five days before the vet can remove the drain. Scooter will be on antibiotics and pain meds. Suffice it to say that I can’t imagine traveling or leaving our vet until Scooter is much farther along on the mend schedule. We will simply have to reschedule the Nebraska trip that was supposed to commence on Monday.

I pointed out a structural defect in the upper bed where Ted planned to sleep in the camper. He needs to fix that. Now he has the time. He has scheduled a mechanic to do a thorough check on Monday with any necessary repairs to be done.

Scooter has had several good drinks of water, eaten, and followed Ted around the yard while he turned off the sprinklers, but she didn’t do any eliminations yet. I bought her a second bed, today so that she can stretch out on it, but her favorite is still the oval bed with the soft foam. She tried to get in her crate but the cone made that impossible. Poor baby!

Well, it’s been a long day. We are all wasted and going to bed. I think I’ll make a bed here on the floor next to Scooter. Ted managed to get her to lie down again. Bless him! He posted everything below. I am just adding my version. She has always been a skittish dog, and this experience hasn’t helped that trait. We love her anyway. Rather ironically, my copy of ENERGY HEALING FOR DOGS: Using Hands-On Healing to Improve Canine Health and Behavior arrived just a few days before. Now that I caught up on my sleep today I hope to sit next to Scooter and read it while encouraging her to rest and heal.

July 9

I have had about 3 hrs sleep/night, 3 nights in a row, and slept in until 1:45 pm today! Ted made dinner tonight and Scooter is getting spoiled in all kinds of ways. Have to make up for Ted holding her down while I mopped up dried blood buildup from the drain tubes. And, tip here, no matter what the vet tech tells you at the counter, be sure to READ the Rx bottles because although I heard “1 each twice a day”, the directions on the pain med was 1/2 a tablet, a HUGE difference that I didn’t discover until I had given her two doses. I guess she will survive. Had to call my friend, Carol, at around 10 pm last night for reassurance.

She needs company in order to lay down and rest

MORNING AFTER – She needs company in order to lay down and rest

26 stitches + 2 drains ... gunna feel odd for a while

THE WOUND 26 stitches + 2 drains … gunna feel odd for a while

Scooter can't seem to rest without companionship

2ND MORNING – Scooter can’t seem to rest without companionship

first aid failure

Scooter leaps out of snowbankI tested our first aid supplies, phone list, land-line telephone, backup telephone, radio network and found all of them wanting.

Many details to attend to and some significant repairs in planning/function.

A dog guest and Scooter were having a gay old time when she somehow impaled herself on a steel post I had tried to remove some time ago… but didn’t persevere as I rather obviously should have.

She set to screaming in obvious injured and confused pain trapped with this rod entering her gut and nearly exiting her back. Nobody but me could get close (she trusts me more than anyone on the planet, though she is more devoted to, and adoring of Missy than anyone on Earth).

I lifted her off the stake (gross me out – it had a 4″ cross piece at the top that had to come out of her). I did that part right, that is, the only way I can think it could have been done.

Major flap of bloody, raw, red, torn open side, but no guts spilling and not a lot of blood pouring out. That was DARN LUCKY. Cuz in my state of mind, with our current organization, I could not find a decent patch kit.

I couldn’t get the land line to work for me. Heck, I couldn’t find the vet’s phone number (magnetic card on the fridge) in my Rolodex. Turns out the phones in our area were coincidentally DOWN. I had guessed it was panicked operator error.

I couldn’t call the vet, or Missy on the phone! Okay, now I’m really nonplussed.

Get the @!%^#$% cell phone out of its metal box. I can’t make that work. No love between me and it ever – and certainly not now. (In “airplane mode” at the absolute far end of cell-phone coverage with intermittent if all else was good – all above my pay grade, particularly now).

Screw it all … Get the dog into The Beast. Start the 20-mile boogie to the Vet shop. The CRX woulda been slightly faster, but taken time to get the car cover off. A tradeoff I decided in favor of The Beast … run faster than I usually run it… turns out it is capable, I just never asked.

While I’m rolling, I call a friend who I know monitors the 2-meter radio. Ask him to call Missy’s cell phone. He doesn’t have the number. Oh well, on my own for dealing with the dog, vet and Mom who has appointments in town an hour and a half from now.
Scooter patched up
The vet shop was good. They hustled me straightaway into an examination room. I got the dog on the table without problems (like I said, she trusts me a lot).

She and I ended up on a thin pad in a concrete and Plexiglas kennel with me getting major butt-sore from working to chase away her terrors for the next hour.

I finally left the dog to the repair shop, boogied back upstream to fetch Mom to her appointments 15 minutes late.

On the way to the vet I had resolved to dig down a bit and CUT the dang post off like I shoulda thought to do before now. The owner of the dog Scooter had been playing with tore the steel post out of the ground with his bare hands while I was gone. He is definitely younger and stronger (than I ever was), but kind enough to suggest my attempts were at the wrong time of the year with frozen or hard-packed ground.

In all, a very unsettling day.

The good news is I did not dissolve into a puddle of panic. Step by step, I did logical things. While my setup was poor, my reactions were okay.

Someday soon, I WILL make some repairs to our EMERGENCY organization. In crisis mode, the luxury of pondering or ruminating is not available.

Scooter’s glove & slipper

Scooter's slipper
These are from April 23rd.

Darling, adorable, sweet, affectionate Scooter does have a dark side. She does sometimes decide to chew on things we would rather she did not chew on.
Scooter's glove
We quickly learned …
and she quickly learned
“Get in your cave”
where she must stay while we are away.

Scooter is hugely food oriented…
and nearly anything that was ever near something that might have once smelled like food qualifies.

The good news is that for treats she will happily learn any trick Missy wants to teach her.