Last night was the first night since I got her that I have spent in my house without Putney. I guess I haven’t mentioned Putney much here on the blog. She’s my dog and the subject of probably half my pictures on flickr. She spent the night at the vet getting sewn up.
Yesterday as we were finishing up a little frisbee game (she’s a pretty astonishing frisbee dog ) I noticed a little fresh blood on the ground. Wasn’t mine.. didn’t see anything on her.. Then she picked up a back paw and it started to gush. We were about a mile away from home and she had an enormous cut on her foot. Shit. Nearly 60 pounds of dog. I wasn’t going to be able to carry her home. Not a chance that a taxi would have taken us. “sorry pup.. you’ll have to be brave.. let’s trot home and get you cleaned up” “Ok dad.” She was very stoic. Ran all the way home with me, and then very patiently let me clean her foot and get her bandaged up. What a dog.
I took her to the vet in the afternoon and he said he could work on her after office hours and that she’d have to spend the night. I’ve got an appointment for 9:30 to go pick her up.
The house is not the same when she’s not around. It’ll be a big relief to see her. I feel like a sap, but that little doggy has been through a lot with me, and is more of a comfort than I can put in words. Pictures on flickr as soon as I get her home.