How well do you know your dog? Do you know what he’s thinking?How can you find out what your dog is thinking or what he is trying to tell you?
Two days ago, my mom saw me licking my bandages and asked herself, “What’s he trying to tell us?” I didn’t offer any ideas or suggestions. I did, however, look at her with my big wide open brown eyes.
She didn’t quit, there, however. She didn’t take silence for an answer
She telephoned the local animal hospital. Somebody suggested that my parents put collar back on me, but Jane didn’t like that idea: She said that I could lick my way around the collar anyway. Besides, Jane wanted to know what was causing me to lick the bandages. The veterinarian there said to just put the sock on and that if I continue licking my bandages, to take me to the big 24-hour emergency hospital. She put the sock on and left it on until it was bedtime, when we all went to sleep.
The next evening, dinner was cooked and the table was set for dinner. My dad had just come home from work and was getting ready for a nice restful evening and beginning to the weekend. All was quiet in our home. I was in my bed in the dining room and my mom was nearby. Suddenly breaking through the silence and distractions of getting ready for the evening and dinner, my mom heard the sound of lick lick lick. The sound of me licking my bandages was unmistakable. She stopped what she was doing.
I followed her movements with my eyes. She walked over to me, and noticed my bandages were wet. She looked into my eyes and saw me looking at her. Then she looked at my toes, which were visible through the open bottom of the splint and noticed that my toes were very swollen. She touched them a little and felt that they were swollen. I didn’t say anything then either, but I continued to look at her with my big brown eyes so wide open the white around them were like the crescents of the moon.
Then she called my dad over to also take a look. He said, right away, “The bandage is on too tight.”
It was really exciting for me when my dad put the sock back on my foot and got the plastic bag because I know those as signs that I’m going outside! Then my dad said, “Joey, come” and got my lead. Even better, I’m definitely going outside! Then we went outside and toward his car. Even better! I’m going for a car ride! With a wag of my tail, I forget all about my paw and my bandages and we drove off.
Right away the emergency care doctor came out to see me and right there in the hospital lobby saw that my bandages were too tight and quickly got a pair of scissors and cut my bandages open right there! Wow, relief! Then she took me with her into an examination room, took off the old bandages and re-bandaged my splint.
In a while, my dad and I came back home, and mom gave me dinner and my meds. Today I’m standing with all four paws on the ground and walking with all four legs – most of the time.