On New Year’s Eve, right around midnight, I noticed my Golden Retriever was limping. (His name is Doc – like, what’s up Doc?)
At first, I didn’t think much about it.
As he’s gotten older, Doc’s become a little arthritic.
Sometimes he limps, but when he does – it usually stops pretty quickly.
The next morning his limping was much more pronounced and it was clear he had hurt his right, front, paw.
I spent a good deal of the day sitting with him, trying to sneak a look at his paw.
He was having none of it.
Doc runs with my husband, on a canyon trail, very regularly. He’s done this for all 12 years of his happy dog life, and he’s never been hurt before.
I thought he might have a sticker or pebble stuck in his paw since I saw no sign of bleeding.
I took one of his favorite toys out to our pool and threw it into the water.
He immediately swam to get it.
We did this a few more times.
Our pool is a salt water pool. Since Doc wouldn’t let me touch his paw, I thought the salt water might wash out any debris and/or clean any tiny cuts he might have.
(Also? January 1st being a holiday, our vet was closed.)
Doc was very happy to be in the pool and would have kept swimming all day if I had let him.
(I didn’t, because I wanted him to REST.)
It killed me to see him limping around in pain.
In fact, I sat with him forever, petting him and trying to keep him still.
Briefcase told me I’m “ridiculous” for worrying so much about a dog.
(Don’t let that fool you though – Briefcase was JUST as concerned.)
While I was at PT, getting beat up on and terrorized by The Neanderthal,
Briefcase took our limping pup to see the vet.
It turns out, while on a trail run, Doc must have stepped on a sharp rock.
He had a big tear under his paw pad (not visible to a non-veternarian eye), and he had a partially ripped toenail.
The vet had to muzzle and harness Doc in order to see what was going on because Doc was not happy about anyone getting near his injury.
(I know exactly how he feels!)
The vet also used “skin glue” (instead of stitches) on the tear under his paw pad. Then he put Doc in a cast, gave him a shot of pain meds, and sent him home with 10 days worth of pain meds.
Doc, my Golden Retriever, resting after getting his cast on.
The toughest part of our mini dog-drama will be persuading Doc to listen to the vet’s orders.
He’s not allowed in the pool for several days.
(It was 80+F at our house yesterday – do you know how hard it is to keep a water dog out of the pool on a day like that?)
He also isn’t allowed to go running for about two weeks.
Doc will cry/whine nonstop every time he sees Briefcase leave to go running without him.
(Is it weird if I make my husband sneak out of a window when the dog isn’t looking?)
The pain meds and cast seem to be making Doc more comfortable.
He limps less with his cast on then he did before he got it.
He also, already, seems happier.
Feeling a little better!
It’s so nice to see him smiling again.
(Although, maybe he’s just a little punch-drunk on his pain meds?)