Flying Poodles

Moment of panic…

I had a moment of horrendous panic today with Dancer… she’s fine now but… quite a story so take a deep breath. She was jumping out of the car, seemed fine, then every time she went to put weight on her back left, it would shoot out behind her (scraping toenails as she went), then she’d sit down and chew her toenails. Then she’d be fine for a bit, until she put full weight on it–and then it would happen again. I called the vet, and took her down there, in a complete panic. She was clearly miserable. We get there, we lay her down on the table, me and the tech hold her, and the vet starts working her way down her leg, hip fine, knee fine, toes chewed on and pink. She shaves the foot, looks at it, can’t see anything. She starts gently pulling each toe to check for sprains, Dancer gives an enormous sigh of relief and relaxes as she gets to the third toe. I say “you fixed it!” The vet tech says “yes, she just relaxed.” The vet says “I didn’t do anything. If it was dislocated it was very subtle.” Dancer hops down off the table, we trot her up and down the hall. No problems at all. She jumps up on my chest, full weight on both back legs. She tells me “let’s get out of here.” We pay $78 and get out of there. (As long as she was there, I had her ears cleaned–otherwise it would have been less.)