The saddest, most suffering girl would like you to know that Lady saw a Squirrel, a massive, fat, fluffy one, and got to chase it ever so far between the trees and across the creek, while she herself was held back on a short leash and not allowed to chase at ALL. And thus she is too overwhelmed by sorrow to even curl up properly on her pouf, but must sprawl with her face on the floor.

Scrungly dipshit tries to chase Marilla-cat across the kitchen, gets swatted in the face. Marilla is Armed and Dangerous, for goodness sakes! Then, after not having learnt the lesson, she tried chasing again and hurt her bad leg. Right now she is limping. I have been allowing her freedom inside the house, instead of crating her fulltime. Oy, jeeeez.

Snowflurries continue. : D

Two week

Rosalie heads back to the vet today for a two-week checkup post surgery. Probably going to get the stitches out and be done with the cone of shame, which will be nice. She will also need fewer pills going forward, and I will be relieved not to have to shove 3 of them down her throat two times a day. On the other hand, my husband has instituted a Treat Policy where all three of them gets treats at pill time (8am and 8pm). There will be some all-around disappointment when that goes away.

We're probably going to be looking at 6 more weeks of restricted activity, though. And she wants to ruuuuuuunnnn!

[ID: Blurry screenshot of a video of a girl riding a gray horse across an open field. A small gray dog happily is running behind them.]

Well that was . . complicated. My husband took her for her appointment. On the way there, he hit some small, virtually invisible bit of debris on the highway and absolutely shredded a back tire. He had to pull over to the side of the highway to change it to the spare. Poor Rosalie, in her crate in the back, was shaking like a leaf. With trucks roaring by, he jacked up the car and put the (donut) spare on. It was not fully inflated. He crept cautiously onward and got to the appointment, which was simple and undramatic. Then he went to a nearby gas station and got air in the donut tire. Pulled back onto the highway, only to realize that there was very little gas left in the tank. The trip overall is supposed to be a little over an hour's drive one-way. This was, subjectively, a lot longer. He wasn't in a great mood when he got home.

Rosalie has her stitches removed and no more cone. No more pills, either, unless we feel like she needs a little help with pain.

At SOME point I need to get a good photo of her shaved legs. Absolutely the most ridiculous thing you've ever seen.

Quiet Sunday

Ha. No. Sorry.

K and I ran errands first thing in the morning, because she has a packed schedule for the day including horse events, chemistry homework, and cider-pressing. When we got home she ran up to the barn with Roommate to get the horses tacked up. I decided that my first breakfast (cranberry/cider/orange oatmeal) had worn off, so I needed a second breakfast. As I was reverently putting a piece of bacon in a pan, Husband ran in and told me "Call the vet! Rosalie has a broken leg"

I grabbed the phone and dialed, running outside to see how much information I could get. K was standing by the car holding Rosalie. K had tears running down her face and R had a front leg dangling awkwardly.

I left a message on the vet's emergency line; Husband buckled K into the car and left.

Oof. Poor Rosalie, poor kid. I will report back later on how it turns out.

Not great. Rosalie is getting a cast put on, but the vet warns that it's about a 60/40 chance of it healing versus not healing. If it doesn't, it'll have to be amputated. Husband and K came home with worried faces and a crate so we can keep her confined. Taking care of her for the next however-many weeks will be quite the chore. The only tiny bit of good luck is that she is very light, so picking her up and carrying her is easy, even up and down stairs.

Well, this isn't going so well. It looks like a cast is not a successful option for thin, spindly dogs like whippets. Plates work, but are hella expensive.

And what's going to happen when my daughter goes back to college and Rosalie 'needs' a human sitting beside her crate 24/7?

ay-iy-iy.

Well, after all the dust settled, Rosalie's "60/40" chance was reduced to zero. Apparently whippet-type dogs and casts just don't mix. We've always had sturdy, farm-type dogs like border collie, working-breed sheltie, or shepherd mix, so this is new territory for us. This morning K has miserably headed back to college and Husband is en route to a vet's office an hour away that does orthopedic work. She may end up with a plate in there instead of the cast. We shall see. Isn't goin' to be cheap, I know that much.

Husband is headed home, Rosalie is staying at the vet's. She will have surgery early tomorrow and be returned to us on Wednesday. They confirmed there that the bone had already moved out of place under the cast, so it's good we moved ahead with Plan B as soon as we did.

I personally feel just dreadful. Stressed. But these days will pass.

Quiet Sunday

Ha. No. Sorry.

K and I ran errands first thing in the morning, because she has a packed schedule for the day including horse events, chemistry homework, and cider-pressing. When we got home she ran up to the barn with Roommate to get the horses tacked up. I decided that my first breakfast (cranberry/cider/orange oatmeal) had worn off, so I needed a second breakfast. As I was reverently putting a piece of bacon in a pan, Husband ran in and told me "Call the vet! Rosalie has a broken leg"

I grabbed the phone and dialed, running outside to see how much information I could get. K was standing by the car holding Rosalie. K had tears running down her face and R had a front leg dangling awkwardly.

I left a message on the vet's emergency line; Husband buckled K into the car and left.

Oof. Poor Rosalie, poor kid. I will report back later on how it turns out.

Not great. Rosalie is getting a cast put on, but the vet warns that it's about a 60/40 chance of it healing versus not healing. If it doesn't, it'll have to be amputated. Husband and K came home with worried faces and a crate so we can keep her confined. Taking care of her for the next however-many weeks will be quite the chore. The only tiny bit of good luck is that she is very light, so picking her up and carrying her is easy, even up and down stairs.

Well, this isn't going so well. It looks like a cast is not a successful option for thin, spindly dogs like whippets. Plates work, but are hella expensive.

And what's going to happen when my daughter goes back to college and Rosalie 'needs' a human sitting beside her crate 24/7?

ay-iy-iy.

Well, after all the dust settled, Rosalie's "60/40" chance was reduced to zero. Apparently whippet-type dogs and casts just don't mix. We've always had sturdy, farm-type dogs like border collie, working-breed sheltie, or shepherd mix, so this is new territory for us. This morning K has miserably headed back to college and Husband is en route to a vet's office an hour away that does orthopedic work. She may end up with a plate in there instead of the cast. We shall see. Isn't goin' to be cheap, I know that much.

Quiet Sunday

Ha. No. Sorry.

K and I ran errands first thing in the morning, because she has a packed schedule for the day including horse events, chemistry homework, and cider-pressing. When we got home she ran up to the barn with Roommate to get the horses tacked up. I decided that my first breakfast (cranberry/cider/orange oatmeal) had worn off, so I needed a second breakfast. As I was reverently putting a piece of bacon in a pan, Husband ran in and told me "Call the vet! Rosalie has a broken leg"

I grabbed the phone and dialed, running outside to see how much information I could get. K was standing by the car holding Rosalie. K had tears running down her face and R had a front leg dangling awkwardly.

I left a message on the vet's emergency line; Husband buckled K into the car and left.

Oof. Poor Rosalie, poor kid. I will report back later on how it turns out.

Not great. Rosalie is getting a cast put on, but the vet warns that it's about a 60/40 chance of it healing versus not healing. If it doesn't, it'll have to be amputated. Husband and K came home with worried faces and a crate so we can keep her confined. Taking care of her for the next however-many weeks will be quite the chore. The only tiny bit of good luck is that she is very light, so picking her up and carrying her is easy, even up and down stairs.

Well, this isn't going so well. It looks like a cast is not a successful option for thin, spindly dogs like whippets. Plates work, but are hella expensive.

And what's going to happen when my daughter goes back to college and Rosalie 'needs' a human sitting beside her crate 24/7?

ay-iy-iy.

Quiet Sunday

Ha. No. Sorry.

K and I ran errands first thing in the morning, because she has a packed schedule for the day including horse events, chemistry homework, and cider-pressing. When we got home she ran up to the barn with Roommate to get the horses tacked up. I decided that my first breakfast (cranberry/cider/orange oatmeal) had worn off, so I needed a second breakfast. As I was reverently putting a piece of bacon in a pan, Husband ran in and told me "Call the vet! Rosalie has a broken leg"

I grabbed the phone and dialed, running outside to see how much information I could get. K was standing by the car holding Rosalie. K had tears running down her face and R had a front leg dangling awkwardly.

I left a message on the vet's emergency line; Husband buckled K into the car and left.

Oof. Poor Rosalie, poor kid. I will report back later on how it turns out.

Not great. Rosalie is getting a cast put on, but the vet warns that it's about a 60/40 chance of it healing versus not healing. If it doesn't, it'll have to be amputated. Husband and K came home with worried faces and a crate so we can keep her confined. Taking care of her for the next however-many weeks will be quite the chore. The only tiny bit of good luck is that she is very light, so picking her up and carrying her is easy, even up and down stairs.

Anyone have a non-fluff chonk/nonChonk?

That's

Y'know, I think that's just a bug. She's a bug.

muppet dog. You have a muppet dog.

@rederiswrites and @lyledebeast : you BOTH have a point.