On the same day that Lily was born, Marin & I were playing outside when Parker heard a loud noise (think: diesel truck/motorcycle) and shot off our back deck like he was a mad-man on a mission forgetting that he’s 10 years old. I hollered at him to ‘settle,’ but that wasn’t enough to stop him. The next thing we heard was squealing and moaning. Parker was laying in the grass and couldn’t get up.
Of course this happened when: 1.) dinner was in the oven 2.) Jason was on the road 3.) 20 minutes before our vet’s office closed. I called our vet right away to tell them that Parker wasn’t putting any weight on his back right leg & they told me to come right away. So I: 1.) loaded the dog into the car 2.) packed up some dinner for Marin 3.) drove like a crazy lady so we could get to the vet before they closed. Ugh.
The diagnosis? The doggy version of a torn ACL…torn ligaments & a floating knee cap.
Parker has been put on strict restrictions and ‘bed rest’ for the next month with an impending surgery (probably) to repair the damage so he can regain mobility. *sniffle*
We rigged our outdoor chairs so that Parker could get a little fresh air during the day and not jump down. Marin is helping him ‘feel better’ singing him songs. The rest of his day is spent in the office laying low with Jason.
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