Tweed is not speaking to me at the moment.
You may recall a couple of blog posts ago I mentioned off the cuff that Tweed had injured himself whilst chasing Ruger through the forest in Belcarra.
Well, he is still injured. For about two days he was a tripod, and then his left hind leg came down, but while his toes are brushing the earth, his foot is by no means supporting very much weight at all. We went off to see our friendly new veterinarian who diagnosed him with a serious case of “Uh, dunno.”
He may or may not have arthritis in his knee. He may or may not have a sprain. He may or may not have a partial cruciate tear. He may or may not ever play agility again.
(*insert sad face here*)
As he is still not weight bearing on that leg, he is restricted to on leash walks only, lots of rest and is on some anti-inflammatories for 14 days. Should he still be gimpoid by the end of this regime (and we are on day 8 of the problem) we should probably sedate him and x-ray the knee.
The on-leash business is making him Very Angry.
While his siblings romp, frisk, frolic and cavort, he plods along behind me in silent fury.
The rage is building. Today he did something he’s never done before – he slipped his lead while I was preparing to take a photo of someone else, and ran off!
He did the zoomies for about 3 minutes before I used Mad Mommy Voice to full effect, and then he hobbled back to me and let me re-leash him.
I feel really badly for him. And I feel really sorry for me – my hopes of placing high at Nationals just ran off with Tweed. And I feel really badly for all of you, because if he needs TPLO surgery, the only way I can conceive of paying for it is by selling off my camera gear.
But I guess that’s because I DON’T STICK MY HEAD REPEATEDLY IN THORN BUSHES.
Really he’s bleeding from his ear tips onto his head, because those ridiculously flappy things get caught on the thorns all the time.
*Because I know someone is going to point out that Tweed should be on-leash in that photo too, I would just like to say that we are being very strict about the leash business, but Tweed needed to go “Number Two” and he didn’t want to do it on leash, so he was trundling off into the bushes to take of that – at a *walk*. The other off-leash photos were all taken when he slipped his lead and pulled a runner. I’m taking his knee problem very seriously, because I want him to heal up!