The dreaded call.

I had just got to work yesterday and got settled in. I had my hair just right, I had dressed up because we had a big meeting at 10 a.m. About 10 minutes after 8, I got a message from my husband (H). The only words it said...call me. I immediately knew something was wrong.

I called and he said, Sadie's been hit. Sadie is our 10 month old lab...whom we love dearly. I said, how bad is it? And it caught him off guard and was quiet for a minute. I said, is she done? And he said, no, but there's something wrong with her leg...can you take off and take her to the vet? I said yes, I'd be there as soon as I could. H is a trooper and he just couldn't take off to take her so I did. He had originally forgot his wallet yesterday morning, so he had came back to the house to get it and that's when he found her. God wanted him to forget his wallet yesterday morning.

I forgot this part...Sadie is a black labrador retriever (and if you have labs, you know what this means). Non. Stop. Party. Plus, add that she's still a pup. So times that by 10. We could not keep her in a kennel. She dug out, tore the chain link fence off and everything else. We resorted to tying her up in the day while we were at work. Every once in a while, she could Houdini herself off the chain or slip the collar off. Well, yesterday was one of those days.

So back to the story. H met me at the house and helped me get her loaded. She had a good amount of blood on the blanket we laid her on. We got to the vet's office and he was waiting on me. We took her back and he didn't think she had been hit by a car. He wanted to give her a sedative and after it kicked in, he would staple her open wounds.

Stupid, mean vet.

Fast forward fifteen minutes, they had to pack her back to the operating room because she was too sleepy to walk. A couple minutes later, the vet came in and said to come back...it was more serious than he thought. He showed me how he could move her ankle back and forth and he shouldn't be able to do that. He said she had definitely been hit. The dollar signs kept going through my head the more he told me was wrong...and the more he told me, the hotter I got. And the hotter I got, the sicker I got. Eventually, I just said, call H and ask him what he wants to do. He told me he'd call him before he ran x-rays or anything.

Well, he did go ahead and run x-rays, and then called H. She tore her MCL (basically a ligament injury). She is in a cast for 6 weeks. We take her back in 10 days to remove the staples. She is doing remarkably well. She's still getting her sealegs. It is a whole hip cast, so naturally my first question...how will she pee/poop? Well, she kicks that one leg out and squats on the other....it just came naturally to her (thank you, Jesus!!!).

Sadie was strictly an outdoors dog...so I expected the worst last night with 2 cats. Sloopy took right to her. She headbutts her and Sadie licks her. Woody has not warmed up to her yet, but he will be fine. She slept in our room beside me last night. H took her out before bed to potty and I woke up at 5:50 and took her out...no accidents! She's spoiled already.

Oh yeah...wanna sign her cast?

It was a major hunting accident. Yeah, that's it...a hunting accident.