Beanwood
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So it's time to spill the beans. It saves some confused faces when you catch a photo of Otter looking...well, a bit in the wars shall we say.
First things first, can anyone remember me saying something like...." This puppy is going to be a challenge...."Or " Hmmm...Bramble was such a good puppy, don't think this one is going to be quite so easy.." Not that I am pessimistic actually far from it. But how right was I? Don't get me wrong, despite Otter's deep suspicion of the human race in general, she is simply adorable. We love her to bits. She is incredible, amazing, wonderful.
Three weeks ago, maybe a little more now, Otter had a bad accident. She trapped her leg in a a small gap between a sleeper wall, and decking. She went in one way, and came out limping. Instantly I knew something was very wrong. We booked an appointment with the vet, and with a heavy heart took her in the next day.
Otter went in for Xrays, as the main concern was some sort of break. Luckily the local Orthdog specialist had his referral centre just upstairs, so he popped down for a quick look.
Later that afternoon, another vet gave us a call. A huge preamble around her nervousness, heck we knew that. I bit my tongue politely and waited her out. She got to the point. Bad news Mrs Hart, Otter has completely ruptured her cruciate ligament. My response was complete shock. At that time Otter was not even 4 months old. What the heck. The next part of the conversation was a blur, blah blah blah....see you in two months...blah blah...growth plates.....blah blah..operate around 9 months old....TTA.... Shit. (That was me btw). We then collected Otter around 6pm. A very serious young nurse gave us advice around recovering from a GA, and a small bottle of metacam. That was it. Oh and make an appointment to see their local Orthodog specialist.
We went home, didn't talk on the way, both in shock, me with a feeling of deep sadness. Otter was a high octane, clever bundle of energy. How the heck was I supposed to keep her low key until her op, blimey that was about 6 MONTHS away. Lord knows the damage to her joint by then, it was already slipping badly.
The next few days were difficult. My normal optimistic mood was very low. I just couldn't see anything positive heading forward. I didn't even have confidence in our local Orthodog. That had me thinking. I decided to look around, and my research began. I had some fantastic help on the way, a member of the old forum inspired me with her wonderful and very fit choccie, and gave me the confidence to really dig out the very best for Otter, heck...lets go and interview a few! (Interestingly my own veterinary practice were rather bemused by my decision...)
OK time for a break....
First things first, can anyone remember me saying something like...." This puppy is going to be a challenge...."Or " Hmmm...Bramble was such a good puppy, don't think this one is going to be quite so easy.." Not that I am pessimistic actually far from it. But how right was I? Don't get me wrong, despite Otter's deep suspicion of the human race in general, she is simply adorable. We love her to bits. She is incredible, amazing, wonderful.
Three weeks ago, maybe a little more now, Otter had a bad accident. She trapped her leg in a a small gap between a sleeper wall, and decking. She went in one way, and came out limping. Instantly I knew something was very wrong. We booked an appointment with the vet, and with a heavy heart took her in the next day.
Otter went in for Xrays, as the main concern was some sort of break. Luckily the local Orthdog specialist had his referral centre just upstairs, so he popped down for a quick look.
Later that afternoon, another vet gave us a call. A huge preamble around her nervousness, heck we knew that. I bit my tongue politely and waited her out. She got to the point. Bad news Mrs Hart, Otter has completely ruptured her cruciate ligament. My response was complete shock. At that time Otter was not even 4 months old. What the heck. The next part of the conversation was a blur, blah blah blah....see you in two months...blah blah...growth plates.....blah blah..operate around 9 months old....TTA.... Shit. (That was me btw). We then collected Otter around 6pm. A very serious young nurse gave us advice around recovering from a GA, and a small bottle of metacam. That was it. Oh and make an appointment to see their local Orthodog specialist.
We went home, didn't talk on the way, both in shock, me with a feeling of deep sadness. Otter was a high octane, clever bundle of energy. How the heck was I supposed to keep her low key until her op, blimey that was about 6 MONTHS away. Lord knows the damage to her joint by then, it was already slipping badly.
The next few days were difficult. My normal optimistic mood was very low. I just couldn't see anything positive heading forward. I didn't even have confidence in our local Orthodog. That had me thinking. I decided to look around, and my research began. I had some fantastic help on the way, a member of the old forum inspired me with her wonderful and very fit choccie, and gave me the confidence to really dig out the very best for Otter, heck...lets go and interview a few! (Interestingly my own veterinary practice were rather bemused by my decision...)
OK time for a break....