Actually, it was the 9th, come to think of it.
On the 9th day of Christmas
The Universe gave to me
A big fat raspberry.
The Universe is mean. Or the one I live in is anyway.
After my Down With Dexter Rant, I was feeling pretty good. I like that most of you were amused and got that it was a RANT (note I say “most” because some commenters ignored my very explicit instructions and told me that life was too short and/or that I should count my blessings etc. I ALREADY KNOW THAT! *stomps off in a huff*). I still wasn’t feeling good about Dexter, because he remains a total asshat in agility (and in a multitude of other areas of the spinning pizza that is his life). My absolutely favourite comment was this one:
“I feel you so much. I was in the same position as you are and I HATED getting advice, and I hated it even more when it was from people who successfully solved the situation.
So I’m just offering moral support. Or something.”
Yep. I too hate people who successfully solve problems that I am having myself. That’s why I rant instead :)
Anyhoo, I spent some more time (glaring at Dexter) thinking about what was going on with this nutjob of a dog, and what came to me was some information from a seminar that I attended with Brenda Aloff. She was talking about how, for example, when you almost get into a car accident and your heart pounds and your hands shake and your knees are weak from the adrenaline rush of fear and uncertainty. After about 20 minutes you stop feeling those effects and everything returns to normal. Except according to science, which is so smart, that’s not actually the case – it can take up to 72 hours for the post-traumatic effects of that to actually dissipate, before your systems all return to normal. She was outlining how reactive dogs who never get a chance to stay under threshold are always in their “hindbrain” and their systems don’t ever get the opportunity to return to a normal state.
But I think this applies to Dexter as well. Assuming he has a brain at all, that is. I think trials set Dexter very firmly in his hindbrain and because he is OVER THE TOP IN EVERYTHING OMG THAT HE DOES it takes him several weeks to return to a semi-functional state. Which is why he explodes into a thousand little evil Dexters at trial, takes jumps down with his face and stuff, and then for weeks afterward we are just playing catch-up to he can return to a quasi-normal state of mind. Cuz he was doing real well in class for a while (minus some frustrating sticky points that we can’t seem to move past) until “I” (AKA The Sadist, who is bossy) decided he should go to a trial. Then all hell broke loose again and we are back to where we were several months ago.
You know, in HELL.
But I gather that whilst I told all of YOU not to tell me to appreciate having an able-bodied (if otherwise “differently” abled moron) dog, I neglected to instruct my evil universe to follow those same rules. Because on Sunday, the f*cking universe chewed Piper up and spit her out again with a completely ruptured cruciate and said “take that, whiny.”
Dear doG in Heaven, canine appendages hate me and my bank account.
Poor Piper. She started tripodding on Sunday afternoon. She has tripodded before, but I just had a feeling this time, you know? So we trundled off to the vet on Tuesday and the Doc said “yep, that knee is toast. I am 1000% sure of it.” Now I hate him too. And everything else, including KITTENS AND RAINBOWS AND SMILES. And DEXTER, just because.
So I am asking you all for more advice. My vet wants to do a TPLO on Piper, pending x-rays to determine she is a candidate for this particular surgery. That’s $2900 worth of nice. Alternatively, and with some reluctance, he would consider doing a Tightrope repair, at a cool $2300. And cheerfully he did thus inform me that these prices do not include rehab, follow up, cold laser, swimming, cartrophen injections, senior bloodwork and a heart x-ray.
My bank account laughed and laughed at him for $4000 worth of minutes. I just sobbed.
I am not a particularly scientific person, which is why I am a lowly shelter worker and not a vet. I have some difficulty comprehending information that includes long strings of body parts that I can’t pronounce, but some initial research and verbal browbeating of smarter friends tells me that there is no real evidence that a TPLO is superior in the long run to a Tightrope or even an extracapsular fishing line repair. The latter would be about a third of the price, still a princely sum but a slightly more graspable one for this lowly shelter worker.
I love my Pipesydoodle with all my heart. I would do anything within reason to ease her pain. However, any way you slice it I cannot come up with $4K. Even if I could scrape that together, I also cannot see blowing my whole wad on one dog when I have another senior and two 7 year olds to consider. I want to do the best thing for her within reason, whilst keeping in mind that my other dogs might need some of my money too.
If you’ve got some insight into these various surgeries and a course of action I should consider, I am all ears.
No, I’M all ears!
Shut up, Dexter.
And … AND to add insult to injury, mean ole universe threw in a second Malinois puppy for me to place. It’s the brother to this little
demonspawn cutiepatootie that scared the crap outta me a few weeks back.
Make my Grinchmas complete – come out and see us at Grinch Photos tomorrow at Elemental Canine in Cloverdale!
We’re raising money for rescues, but I’m taking a photographer’s fee and sticking in the “P’s Knees” account to start saving for her surgery, if I ever figure out which one to do.
For no reason at all, here is an adorable photo of Tweed with surprisingly muscular looking legs and a mass of curly girlie chest hair. He’s gender-confused.