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jadedmusingsSo, while I was in Atlanta, Sasha broke two collars* (I did mention she's 28 pounds now, didn't I?) and jumped over my mother's fence to escape into her front yard near a busy street twice. She ran up and down my mother's halls on hardwood floorswith the other dogs and the kiddo, and pretty much acted like the big, trouble-making puppy she is. Despite all of this, she didn't get one scratch, one bump, or even hurt her paw.
I bring all this up because last night, after we got home I let her and Penny out into the yard to use the bathroom and to excitedly bounce around going "We're home! Yay! There's a puddle! And wet gress! Grrr, an unfamilar cat has been through here! Andohmygodisthatadeer?!?!?" as a young country dog and puppy are wont to do. Since it was raining, their joy lasted all of four-maybe-five minutes and then Penny wanted in. Sasha lagged behind her and came to the door a minute later after I called, only Sasha was limping and went to hide because she was in pain. She wouldn't put any weight on her rear left leg at all. Not good.
This morning, I took her into the vet's office first thing, the very same vet's office we were at Friday for her last set of shots. He examined her leg and spent a fair amount of time checking for fractures and seeing if anything felt out of place. It seems Sasha has sprained her knee. How? Well, I think she took a tumble on the wet grass last night, or that black dog was loose again and came into the yard and possibly scared her to where she rolled and hurt herself. There's no telling really, and it's just one of those freak things. He gave her an anti-inflammatory shot and gave me pain meds I have to give her twice per day. If she's not doing better by Wednesday, I have to take her back for x-rays.
It figures I spent part of my weekend worrying about Sasha getting hurt or run over by a car and then she comes home and hurts herself in less than five minutes.
* = No, I'm not exagerrating. She broke the first collar by pulling on the chain, and then Mom got her one for larger dogs that was supposed to be stronger, but she managed to break free of that one while out on a leash. Mom got her a choke chain, and while I hate them, I was glad for it today when a large unfriendly rottweiler was brought to the vet's office and Sasha thought "New friend!" while the rottie seemed to be thinking "They provide snacks here?" (Not condemning the breed. The owner was one of those macho men who only trained her in German, poorly, and very much intentionally raised her to be a guard dog who will always be vicious to other dogs I'm sure. And I'll probably rant about this particular idiot later.) I am going to measure her chest today and purchase a nice harness for her later, and also she'll probably go to a good boarding kennel next time I go out of town since I can't trust she won't jump over Mom's fence and enter a busy road. I'm also going to see about enrolling her in an obedience course some place since she's now had all of her shots and could use some training.
I bring all this up because last night, after we got home I let her and Penny out into the yard to use the bathroom and to excitedly bounce around going "We're home! Yay! There's a puddle! And wet gress! Grrr, an unfamilar cat has been through here! Andohmygodisthatadeer?!?!?" as a young country dog and puppy are wont to do. Since it was raining, their joy lasted all of four-maybe-five minutes and then Penny wanted in. Sasha lagged behind her and came to the door a minute later after I called, only Sasha was limping and went to hide because she was in pain. She wouldn't put any weight on her rear left leg at all. Not good.
This morning, I took her into the vet's office first thing, the very same vet's office we were at Friday for her last set of shots. He examined her leg and spent a fair amount of time checking for fractures and seeing if anything felt out of place. It seems Sasha has sprained her knee. How? Well, I think she took a tumble on the wet grass last night, or that black dog was loose again and came into the yard and possibly scared her to where she rolled and hurt herself. There's no telling really, and it's just one of those freak things. He gave her an anti-inflammatory shot and gave me pain meds I have to give her twice per day. If she's not doing better by Wednesday, I have to take her back for x-rays.
It figures I spent part of my weekend worrying about Sasha getting hurt or run over by a car and then she comes home and hurts herself in less than five minutes.
* = No, I'm not exagerrating. She broke the first collar by pulling on the chain, and then Mom got her one for larger dogs that was supposed to be stronger, but she managed to break free of that one while out on a leash. Mom got her a choke chain, and while I hate them, I was glad for it today when a large unfriendly rottweiler was brought to the vet's office and Sasha thought "New friend!" while the rottie seemed to be thinking "They provide snacks here?" (Not condemning the breed. The owner was one of those macho men who only trained her in German, poorly, and very much intentionally raised her to be a guard dog who will always be vicious to other dogs I'm sure. And I'll probably rant about this particular idiot later.) I am going to measure her chest today and purchase a nice harness for her later, and also she'll probably go to a good boarding kennel next time I go out of town since I can't trust she won't jump over Mom's fence and enter a busy road. I'm also going to see about enrolling her in an obedience course some place since she's now had all of her shots and could use some training.
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Date: 2009-05-18 06:14 pm (UTC)Have you tried the harness collars? We had a dog that could break through collars like anything, but when we started using the harnesses, she didn't break them. They work really well
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Date: 2009-05-18 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-19 08:57 pm (UTC)Those dudes were monstrously strong, at a time they managed to headbutt the steel grating off their pound (kennel? Word escapes me) when we had over 200kg of metal stacked there so they wouldn't do that (it was the ceiling).
Despite the fact those monsters seemed to like being treated bruttaly, we used steel chains instead of normal collars and leashes. Basically, we had a chain fitted as a collar and another as a leash when we took them out. ´course, those buddies also did not mind at all a choker, they barely felt it monstrously strong as they were.
Hrm... Also looking at it, she seems like she'll be a very large breed of dog, those tend to pipe down HEAVILY once they're adults, preffering to just be about.
Of course, there's Goliath to consider... Dude was huge, in his hind paws he was taller than me, and... Acted like a puppy, including THINKING he was small and light, which led to various wounds and me once being thankfull for the tree we had in the yard