Not A Leaf

I know I’ve said it a countless number of times just how much I love my dog. I treat him like a kid. No joke. Whenever he gets sick or makes a weird noise, I tend to freak out and think something is severely wrong with them. One of my friends even told me, “Never have kids.” Although, part of the time it’s me just being paranoid, most of the time it comes from the fact that I’ve never ever owned a dog before, so anything he does, I’m curious. And besides, what’s wrong with being concerned about someone or something you love?

This past weekend, Gryff got hurt. Like, really hurt. He and REB were playing and REB put him down on the ground and then all of a sudden, Gryff just started yelling. It was the scariest noise ever. He kept whining and yelping and held his front, right leg curled into his body. He couldn’t walk. He was limping and REB and I both freaked out. We thought maybe it was just a sprain and he’d walk it off. But when the “walking it off” turned into limping and then falling down, we knew he had to be taken to the vet.

REB took him to the animal hospital where they took some X-Rays and tried moving his leg. REB said he wasn’t allowed in the back, but he could hear the yelping and high-pitched crying from all the way in the waiting room. I’m sure I would have started bawling my eyes out like a baby. Little animals shouldn’t get hurt. The site of it, the sound of it – it just breaks my heart.

The end result was Gryff getting some doggy morphine and he can walk normally. They think he sprained his elbow and also found a weird line in his bone, which by the looks of it, doesn’t seem too serious, though they’re going to follow up with us when they know for sure. He’s been ordered not to run or play, which really stinks when your breed is supposed to run and play and do “jobs”. Since he can’t be too active, he’s also not allowed to jump on or off the couch or onto the bed. He’s been restrained to his crate every night, which really stinks. As much as I complain about not having any room in the bed when he sleeps in it, it really does stink when he’s not there at all.  :(

Behind bars. Totally breaks my heart. He does like his crate though, which is good when we leave him for the day and go to work, or out at night. But I doubt he likes it when it’s contained to it for 8-9 hours like he has been the past few nights.

The leg he hurt. It’s healing wonderfully. It was kind of swollen and if you touched it, he’d whimper.

He couldn’t even stand like that two days ago. Corgis are tough little dogs, and he’s proven that completely. He’s so brave! A lot more brave than me, that’s for sure. By Friday, he should be in tip-top shape, we hope!