Things are a bit lop-sided this morning because Josephine spent last night at the vet’s office so that her torn ear could be fixed (surgically) today.
Seems she was out in the yard late yesterday afternoon with the other two dogs and my husband. Something made her decide to go crashing through the rose bush that grows up against the chain link fence. It’s not a big rose bush but, it does have long, spindly stems with wicked thorns and somehow, she caught her ear in that mess and came out the other side with a torn ear.
By the time I knew what had happened, most of the surprise of the event was done. Josephine was back inside, laying in Jasper’s “house crate” in the kitchen, my husband was standing in front of the sink peeling sweet potatoes into fat strips that he was going to turn into ‘sweet potato fries’ and it was 4:40PM. Which is the telling point in this story.
I didn’t see a lot of blood, but I did see where part of her ear was a separate flap and deciding that it wasn’t my turn to put it all back together again, I grabbed my husband’s cell phone, called the vet and after a short wait on hold, explained to the young woman who answered, that I wanted to bring Josephine in NOW, knowing that 5PM was closing time. I could be there in five minutes, eight at the outside.
The pack energy starts to shift from the moment you decide to get one (of your three) dog off to the vet in a hurry. They know – how they know is one of those fascinating mysteries that humans have marveled at for eons. Dogs pick up on energy vibrations – I know they do because I’ve witnessed it again and again, over years of living with all kinds of dogs.
Moral of the story is to always be in good standing with your vet, know the staff and be mindful of their operating hours (I’d done the emergency call before and for my vet, calling between 4:30PM – 4:45PM is that sweet window of time where there are still vets available and on an emergency basis, if necessary, I have time to get a dog (or a cat) over to the clinic.
We certainly didn’t plan on living less than ten minutes from our vet but it does have its pay offs.
When you call ahead, someone knows you’re coming so that when you walk into the reception area, people why you’re there and you get ushered into an exam room fairly quickly.
This was not a huge, life-or-death emergency but it was enough of an emergency that someone else, a vet, was going to have to fix the ear. When Dr V said that suturing it wouldn’t be as effective as removing that small piece of ear flap, it was easy enough to tell him to keep her overnight and to leave her there.
Which brings me to this lopsided moment where the morning routine of Josephine and Tessa – of waking up to two dogs wanting to go out and two dogs wanting breakfast and two dogs following me back upstairs to find their spots in my study.
Lopsided. Out of balance. One dog to keep an eye on in the early morning darkness, out in the yard, one dog to get back into the house, one dog to feed. Later today, when Josephine comes home, that collective pack energy will re-adjust and ease back to where it was less than 24 hours ago. And so, we wait.