Bit of drama at our place last week when puppy dog Megs was rushed off to the vet for an emergency appointment.
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It's okay, she's perfectly well. I'm still a bit shaky though.
At four months old, our Mini Fox Terrier/Jack Russell cross puppies are still quite small and full of mischief.
They are endlessly energetic; running and leaping, fighting and barking, chewing walls and inhaling food, chasing each other and their own bob tails.
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Then as soon as they stop moving, our darlings fall asleep on our laps in entertaining positions.
With three female teenagers doting on them, each other to adventure with, and the man of the house 'accidentally' dropping sausages off the barbecue, Megs and Sooty really are living the dream, canine style.
Last week's drama simply saw Megs make the unfortunate mistake of placing herself under the boot of a 'P' plater during an enthusiastic frolic on the lawn.
The poor teen was utterly devastated of course, signified by the number of missed calls I discovered on my mobile phone and the tearful voice at the other end of the device when I connected.
Could our puppy's back leg be broken?
Darling Megs had hit a whole new high pitch when she howled in pain during and after the incident.
Knowing the pup had since calmed, I stayed on the line until the teen was also soothed, listening while she proved to herself that Megs still had a ravenous appetite and was therefore unlikely to be in agony.
Hours later when I returned home all seemed well, apart from a useless limb.
Then suddenly, one wrong move sent Megs into screeching anguish.
This put more than two teens into a much worse state than the injured pet and a trip to the vet became unavoidable if I wanted any peace at all.
Thank goodness the veterinary clinic accommodated us immediately and an x-ray revealed no broken bones.
Pain relief saw Megs travelling on three legs for a day then gradually adding weight to that hind leg again until she was able to beg for food on her back legs like her old self.
Chasing magpies once more replaced the awkwardness of an injury and Megs recovered just in time for important scheduled surgery.
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