Bess gave us a scare this morning. Jumped on the bed while I put my shoes on and snuggled up to Rosie. Then, she flopped onto her side, unable, it seemed, to use her back legs.
I tried giving her a shove. No joy. So Rosie could move, I lifted Bess and sort of eased her to the floor, where she wriggled a bit but couldn’t stand up.
I tried to help her to stand, but she just lay there, starting to twitch. And she was panting dreadfully.
I touched her and found she’d peed herself.
A fit, we guessed, a stroke. Memories of Gyp came back. Time to take her to the Vet.
Rosie dressed quickly and went downstairs. I said I’d carry Bess down and bent to pick her up.
As I did so – guess what?
I found the reason for her back legs not working – and, no, she was too flustered to bite.
Her back paws had become entangled in the long fur round her back end and tail!
She was so embarrassed! I carried her downstairs and she expected a telling-off for peeing. It was the time she always goes out to “be clean”. She’s so well house-trained and having “no legs” made her think she’d done wrong.
She limped a bit, but soon walked OK. She looked sheepish for a while, but soon became her usual yappy self.
I pass this story of Bess to get my Family to read “Dogs With Whom I’ve Lived” on my blog: keith7090.wordpress.com – and to encourage each of them to recommend it to all our Family.
When I sent it via texts to my daughter and to my elder grand-daughter – paragraph by paragraph – they were really concerned . . . until I revealed the full story!