Apr 182009
 

A dog who has been seriously injured will not tell you that he is in pain or how seriously wounded he is. Never assume that your dog is fine, just because he is quiet. ***

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In this hospital, the veterinarians, doctors who are specially trained to care for animals, gave me oxygen and fluids so that I would feel better and calm down. They checked out my heart and lungs.  They gave me some shots to calm me down so I wasn’t in pain. They also gave me a lot of attention. I’m sure that the oxygen and fluids helped, but the main thing I liked getting was the attention. That is another one of my hobbies, getting attention.

Afterward, the doctors came out from the surgical room and told my mom that I had been hit by a car, and that she needed to drive me to the big 24-hour animal hospital named “Angell” immediately.  These doctors had already called Angell and told them to expect me.  When the doctor said to my mom, “You have to get him to Angell immediately or he could die”, she gulped a big gulp and looked her straight in the eye.  The doctor said something about my heart and my internal organs.  My mom was surprised, and not surprised. She was surprised that I was so wounded, because I had been so quiet and hadn’t complained, because I was able to run all the way home after my injury, and because many of my wounds were hidden from her view.  But she trusted the doctors, and did exactly what they told her to do without hesitation.

And she was not surprised because countless times before I had escaped and each time come home safely.  But I think that she and my dad always worried that the next time could have a different outcome.

Apr 182009
 

handicapped-parking

When we got to Rotherwood, the animal hospital, Jane parked the car in the “Handicapped Parking” spot.

Then she got out of the car, closed the car door behind her, and ran up the ramp and into the hospital, and in a moment two technicians, holding a stretcher, ran out of the hospital and down the ramp to the car and put me on the stretcher, and together carried me up the ramp and into the hospital.

Here you can see the handicapped parking spot. However, this photo was taken a few weeks after this initial incident. You’ll notice here that the bandages on my splint are purple.

Apr 182009
 

A dog who has been seriously injured will not act like a human would: He will probably not let you know that he has been hurt at all.   If you have a pet, do you have the telephone number of an emergency animal hospital easily available in case of an emergency?  Is it on a magnet on your refrigerator?  My dog was hit by a car and here’s what happened next:

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On this morning, I didn’t wait around for Animal Control to arrive and put me in their van and bring me back home.  I didn’t wait with the other dogs while some nice person telephoned my home and let me stay with them in their home or in the park until my mom came and picked me up.  Even though my whole body, and in particular my leg, was hurting badly, I ran home, to the back of our home, and there I waited quietly, just outside the gate that opens to our backyard, just a few steps from the entrance to our home and kitchen. I knew that eventually my owner Jane would notice me sitting outside by the gate. So there I waited, patiently.

Time passed.

I then heard the sound of Jane opening the door to the deck on the 2nd floor to see the glorious morning unfold before her eyes and to call “Joey! Joey, come!” I followed her eyes as, standing on the deck, she looked past me and toward my usual spot, under the apple tree – and just saw grass and the apple tree. I then followed her eyes as she turned her eyes downward, saw me there below, and said “Joey, why are you on the wrong side of the fence?” I didn’t answer her question, but she figured out that something wasn’t right.  I could hear her thinking.

She immediately left the deck and ran downstairs, opened the rear outside door, opened the gate, saw me wounded, and brought me into the “in” side of the gate, and closed the gate. Then she went inside and picked up the telephone. My owners are wonderfully organized and we have the telephone number for our veterinary hospital on a magnet on the refrigerator (close to the telephone number of Animal Control.)  So right away my mom Jane called our veterinary hospital where I have all my check ups and teeth cleanings and shots, and told them that there was an emergency “with Joey” and that she was bringing me over there. And that’s what she did.

She drove the car to the back of the home and opened the rear door.  She wrapped a towel around my chest and belly, then lifted me up, trying to avoid all the areas where I was wounded, which was difficult, and put me in the back sea of the car, which is a pretty big deal, since I weigh 80 pounds.

I didn’t tell her exactly what had happened to me.  All the way to the animal hospital, she was wondering what had occurred, and I remained speechless.

Apr 182009
 

You may think you have your dog trained – but when you’re not around, there’s no telling what your dog could do! When faced with smells that humans cannot smell, and instincts that humans do not have, your dog may do what comes naturally.  Let’s read Joey’s side of the story: Here my dog tells the story of how he got hit by the car and what he did after he was hit.

When Jane and Phil and I are outside our home, they have consistently told me to not run into the street, and have done so much to make sure that I do as they say. This has become a problem once or twice when Phil comes home from work and Jane opens the front door to let me run out to him and say “Hello” and I get so excited (and mindless, they would say) that I dart for the street in my abundant joy.  My staying within our property boundary is largely why they installed the fence around our property. In addition, when my parents and I go outside, they keep me on a leash so that I cannot run into the street on my own. Sometimes when we are walking together and we reach a street corner, Phil will say “Sit”, and we remain there until he says “Okay.”

But on this particular beautiful morning, when the sky was bright blue and the air smelled fresh and clean and the morning sunlight was upon me and I could smell the scent of neighboring dogs, all that was meaningless to me. I didn’t care about their warnings.  I wanted to enjoy running and being free and making friends with the other dogs in my neighborhood who were also outside. These are three of my favorite things, and that’s all I cared about. Besides, Dad hadn’t taken me running that morning and I had energy waiting, just screaming, to be released.  And nobody was looking at me, even better. So I set about my work. I started following the scents of other dogs.

I slowly walked up to the beautiful carriage path where some cars drive but many people jog, walk, bicycle, and walk their dogs.  Very good. I had seen some other dogs being walked by their owners along the carriage path and being friendly and I wanted to play with them.  Another person was there walking her dog and, seeing me off-leash and interacting with other dogs, decided to try to grab me by my collar and see where I lived and bring me home. That was when I decided to run in exactly the opposite direction from her. Exactly the opposite direction happened to be into the middle of a 4-lane street.

Here you see the main 4-lane road on the right and the carriage path on the left where people jog and dogs are walked.  People also jog and dogs are also walked in the center green park that stretches for miles and miles.  It was in this green island that I found the other dogs and into the street on the right where I ran and was hit.

Here you see the main 4-lane road on the right and the carriage path on the left where people jog and dogs are walked. People also jog and dogs are also walked in the center green park that stretches for miles and miles. It was in this green island that I found the other dogs and into the street on the right where I ran and was hit.

And then, the next thing I knew, I was in a lot of pain and I let out a big cry.

Immediately, people who were walking their own dogs along the pedestrian path were trying to look at the name tag on my collar to find out where I lived and the telephone number to call. The person in the car started to cry.  The sanitation workers, who were driving by during their route, stopped to see how they could help.  One person on the pedestrian pathway got out her cell phone. I think she was trying to call Animal Control.

I know Animal Control very well; they are my friends. Every once in a while when I escape, Animal Control brings me back home. They’re really nice. Officer O’Connell is one of my favorites from Animal Control.

But on this day I didn’t stick around long enough to see my friend Officer O’Connell.

Apr 182009
 

My dog likes to dig. How do I stop my dog from digging?
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From my spot, I crawled into our neighbor’s yard, and from there I contentedly trotted out onto the street, past green bushes and green grass. And there I met my destiny. My parents say that I was escaping again, but I was just trying to practice another of my hobbies, which is making friends.

Here is a picture of the hole that I dug. You can see the morning light at the end of my tunnel. I’m very proud of this particular tunnel.

 Posted by at 9:03 am
Apr 182009
 

Digging clearly has its challenges when all eyes are on me. But when nobody is looking, it’s a challenge that I cannot resist.  All the other dogs and rabbits in the neighborhood seem to call in unison: “Joey, Joey… Come out to play… Dig here… Now…”

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The site I chose was particularly good because there was an evergreen tree in front of it that blocked my owners from seeing what I was up to, as well as a non-biodegradable plank that Jane had placed there to keep me from access to the fence, which I easily pushed aside, it having become dislodged during the winter snows.

Though Jane lay chicken wire in lots of places, she omitted one: at the read of our property, under the chain link fence that my owners had installed around the perimeter of their yard. In fact, they had that fence installed just so I would stay on the property and not run off and endanger myself and others. That fence is pretty big and tall just for that reason. It’s just tall enough that I cannot jump over it.

Digging under it, however, is another story.

One sunny morning I found a very nice place in the back where I could dig a long hole that followed along the fence, and then dip down under it, and gradually squeeze my body under it. In between it and our neighbors’ wooden fence is just enough room, a gap of about six inches, for me to squeeze my thin body through.  About 30 feet later I am free.

Bunnies frequently dug their way under this place, so the scent of the bunnies naturally attracted me to it.

The site I chose was particularly good because there was an evergreen tree in front of it that blocked my owners from seeing what I was up to. There was also a non-biodegradable plank that my owner Jane had placed there to keep me from access to the fence, which I easily pushed aside, it having become dislodged during the winter snows.

Here you can see what a good scout I am. The perspective is from the home, where my mom was at the time of my excavation.

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