...independance for Indie. And, no more irresponsible pet-owner behavior. **Warning** - a little graphic!
Indie has a habit of slipping outside unnoticed and with the fairly nice weather we've been having, it's been almost impossible to keep track of all three kids, plus Indie with the revolving front door. She is always really good about coming home whenever we call her. I think life as a dog would be so boring sometimes so I guess I figured a little exlporing couldn't hurt. Until....
We got home last night and realized she wasn't in the back yard. I opened up the front door and called her name. She came limping (on 3 legs) up the front steps and we knew something was not right. She winced at almost every touch and she was bleeding. We couldn't tell from where until we lifted her up into the back of the car to take her to the vet and we saw that she had a bleeding and swollen um....vajayjay. The worst went through our minds. I won't even go into it. By the way, the picture above is of her belly...I can't bear to look at her other parts.
I happened to be hosting book club at our house last night so Jim took her to the vet to get her checked out. He determined she had been hit by a car and had some pretty serious road rash and chewed up claws. I was in a way relieved to hear this, as opposed to the alternative images that were going though my mind.
So, she'll be fine, but will need a week or so to recover. She's just stayed in one place pretty much all day, barely moving. In fact, I can tell it takes so much effort for her to even get into a sitting or laying position. She's in a lot of pain and she has to wear the horrible cone until her wounds heal enough that she doesn't lick them to death.
Poor dog. I feel really bad.