I did a terrible thing last night. I opened the front door and Pepper got her foot caught, I think, under in it. In my defence she was totally in the way, trying to get out before I had even opened the door properly. Terriers do not wait nicely.
Anyway, it was all awful. Lots of squeaking about the pain. I really had to go out quickly into the rain and sort out various animals but when I came back in a few minutes later, I found a pile of unhappiness shivering miserably to herself on the sofa.
So I scooped Pepper up, checked her over (no obvious breaks or blood or anything to speak of) and spent the rest of my evening hugging, brushing and apologising to her over and over again.
And now today, Pepper is mostly fine except when she remembers the trauma of last night.
I did phone the vet and we agreed on pain control over the weekend with a view to bringing Pepper in, if things have not improved by Monday,
This afternoon, after flute duets, Pepper insisted on telling Mandy all about her woes and insisted she should be carried everywhere….. from henceforth.
When I look down at wee dug, there is a lot of this….. poorly paw.
And I still feel dreadful, which I think is possibly the aim.
Let’s hope Pepper makes it through the weekend. And, again in my defence, when no one is looking or sympathising, then Pepper goes perfectly well on four legs with only a very slight limp.
Shoot me now.
