My First Veterinary Emergency
It was around 12:30, and I was just getting ready for lunch, and the dogs were playing in the backyard. Lancelot came to the door, so I let him in. Nothing weird. I got lunch started and was doing something on the computer when I realized that Lance was licking his right hind leg. A lot.
I thought, well maybe he got a thorn in it or something, so I lifted his head to have a look and found that he had a deep gash about 3cm long right above his knee. Now, it's a well-known fact that I'm blood-phobic, so I couldn't look for long, and my first thought: What do I do?? Maybe it wasn't as bad as I'd thought, and I could patch him up with a bandage and all would be well. So I looked again.
Nope. It was pretty gruesome. It was deep enough to have lips to the wound; I could see several layers of skin and flesh. It wasn't bleeding, but then, he was licking it pretty intently. However, when he stood up again, he started dripping blood all over the floor. This was a little beyond his blood-phobic Mommy's skill.
So I called Alex's vet (basically across the street from us), hoping they'd have Saturday hours, but I got a recording. However, they did direct me to an emergency vet in Carroll County. (A quick online search had revealed the closest listing in Towson, almost an hour away.) So I copied down the number and called to let them know we were coming in, gingerly put Lance in the car, and headed off to the ER.
They were pretty swamped when I arrived, including a dog that had been hit by a car, so it was a while before the vet got to see him. (First, Lancelot, the vet tech, and a rectal thermometer became a little better acquainted ... poor guy!) The vet came in and took a look at the gash and decided Lance would definitely need stitches; he'd done quite a number on himself. So they took him back ... and I waited.
When they shaved his leg, they found that in addition to the gash, he had two punctures on his leg, so poor Lancelot has a cut full of stitches and two drains in his leg, and his head is trapped in an Elizabethan collar. He's pretty miserable.
A few weeks ago, while playing, he ripped out one of his toenails. Now this. Clearly, he is a klutzy puppy.