It’s probably great to be a fast dog, cruising along at 40 miles per hour, until you stub your toe, which is what Phoebe did last week. At greyhound speeds, a stubbed toe dislocates and becomes what the vet referred to as “the greyhound injury.”
The specialists hope that keeping it splinted for a few weeks will allow it to heal on its own without surgery, of course that means we have to keep her supervised so she doesn’t eat her bandage and splint. The whole contraption has her leg immobilized so that when she walks she thumps along like a peg-legged pirate. Of course, she can still sort-of run on three legs.
Three-legged running is too easy for Phoebe, though, so last weekend she decided to somehow slice open a back paw necessitating a midnight trip to the animal emergency clinic. They know us well there. It went something like this:
ER Vet: Hello, Phoebe, what can we do for you this evening? Would you like to hear the specials?
Phoebe: No, thank you, I’ll be having the usual tonight.
ER Vet: Very good, then, two stitches coming up.
We’re hoping she can keep the other 2 paws intact while she heels.
The amazing thing is that she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, I think she likes going to the vet, and none of this really slows her down. They’re such little heroes.