April 23, 2005
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A few days ago while Serra and I were out attending to some church duties, Mo busted out of lockup and tore apart the house. You see, it hadn’t been Mo-proofed because he was locked in his crate. When we got home to trash strewn about the house (including rotten avocado parts smeared all over the floor and rug) his punishment began. He usually gets sent outside for a while until I don’t feel like beating him anymore, however, there was a little boy coming by to drop off something to us and I didn’t want him getting jumped all over so I put Mo in the garage until he left. Then I put Mo outside on the patio. I dropped him from about waist level out onto the cement which I have done hundreds of times. He jumped at the same time and landed on his leg wrong. His leg is swollen and he has been hopping around like a gimp dog ever since. Brian took him to the pet clinic this morning to see if it is more serious than we thought. I feel really bad. I wasn’t trying to hurt him, and now Brian has lost his jogging partner as well.
On a happier note: We decided that Serra was ready for some night time potty training. It has been three nights now and with a potty run before she goes to bed and at 6am when Brian gets up. She has been dry each time. And she goes back to sleep after her little trip. She is very pleased with herself and we are not too disappointed. I have to keep reminding myself that not all kids are as good as she is. She has been a breeze child since the moment of birth. I have been waiting to take this step because I was dreading changing bedding everyday. ( I knew it wouldn’t work if she wore a diaper) I hope the next one is just as easy, but we certainly won’t be able to complain if there are a few challenges. Yesterday morning she stayed awake long enough to notice that Brian was up and getting ready for the day. She said, “Daddy, get in bed you need to sleep.” He told her he was getting ready for work. She then told him that it was still dark outside and that means he should be sleeping still. I agreed with her and we cuddled up and went back to sleep.
Mo update: The Vet said upon first inspection that it was most likely broken by looking at the swelling and the pain Mo was in. After X-Rays he was surprised that there were no broken bones and that it just a really badly jammed wrist. Mo is drunk on sedatives right now and resting comfortably with his new green splint. He has to stay immobile for 30 days and no stairs. This will be interesting in a tri-level house and with a very energetic dog.
Donations are welcome to help with the doctor bills.
Comments (6)
The dog is lucky you even too him to the vet. He sure looks cute with the green cast though. Did they shave his fur off?
OOOOOOOOOOHHH, you got trouble, right there in Santa Paula. With a capital T- that rhymes with D and that stands for DOG! Sorry about the Mo woes. It’s like you already have 2 children with that little imp!
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Hummmmpf! pc
I bet Mo takes every opportunity for sympathy with that cast. It does look very, very sad. Poor Mo and poor Pam for having to clean up when he has been so naughty… mom
dog beater!!
The whole point was that he is put outside so I don’t beat him, Jeff. Cause believe me, he knows when he has been naughty. We can picture him while we are gone with a frenzied look on his face tearing things apart and thinking, I know I’m bad but I just can’t help myself. The cast doesn’t slow him down.