Today was quite stressful in RL. My dear puppy had surgery this morning, planned and needed. He was born with dewclaws, on both of his hind legs, and while they cosmetically did not bother me at all, they were becoming a risk for himself getting hurt. Those little nails keep growing and never wear out, as they never touch the surface (I had them clipped every 2 months), and the fleshy part itself got stuck in grass and carpets – to a point where he had already hurt one – the danger is them getting ripped off completely by accident, which would make a nasty wound and a traumatic experience.
Over here you are, by the way, only allowed to have them removed by a Vet and only for medical reasons, never cosmetic. Anyway, I had to bring him in this morning and could keep him on my lap till the anesthetics worked and he was totally knocked out. And then I went home, waiting for the phone call to pick him up again which was an hour later. I got a groggy, moaning, puppy back home and he wasn’t feeling well. He peed in his bed, threw up all over the place and couldn’t stand or walk. I found it heartbreaking…..Yeah, I’d rather have a root-canal myself than seeing my pup so sad and helpless.
Pics in this blog-post are some snapshots I took at The Yorkshire Dales the other night, a very lovely place for pics!