Poor Sheba!

I just realized that we still have a picture up of Daisy at the top of our site. It’s been almost 3 months since we got Sheba and so I suppose we need to get her pic up there!

Last night, Sheba was playing around excitedly with Dave as she always does when we get home from being gone. She jumped off the couch and must have snagged her toenail or something, because next thing we know she’s bleeding from her foot, limping and yelping. We get her calmed down enough to notice that her toenail on her front paw is split all the way down to the paw itself. Ouch. So she yelped and it continued to bleed quite a bit for the rest of the evening.

This morning I felt so sorry for her that I decided to brave taking a 1 yr old, 2 yr old and a 70lb limping dog to the vet in the snow, by myself! This is no easy task. Envision two active toddlers in a stroller and a mother being dragged up hill by an excited dog on a leash. I walk through the door only to realize the administrative staff is having a good laugh through the window at the show that was going on by us in the parking lot. They greeted me with a “you’ve got your hands full”. I greeted them with a smirk while thinking to myself, “thanks for just looking and laughing instead of offering to help”.

The vet takes one look at her and says, good thing it’s a slow Monday morning, explains to me the procedure she needs, gives her a sedative and takes her to the back room. About 15 minutes into the procedure, I hear this LOUD clanging followed by a thud. You’ve guessed it, Sheba fell/jumped/threw her self off the exam table. In her half asleep state, the pain was just too much for her and she decided to dive off the table. She, thankfully, was unhurt by the trip downward from the table. The doc wound up having to remove her toenail and cauterize the exposed vein and nerves.

Now for the trip back to the car. Again, envision mom with toddlers in stroller, now going down hill, being pulled by a drugged up dog who is half out of it and trying to walk on only three feet in the snow, therefore looking intoxicated. This time, the vet himself came out and offered to help me get the dog into the car, and I gladly accepted. He left the giggling, active toddlers to me. Thank you, Doc, for not allowing me to look like a fool yet again.

It was an eventful hour but we all survived. Sheba’s foot is bandaged and she looks and acts so pitiful. It’s got to be painful. Probably more painful than my trip with the three of them. Next time, I’ll just wait for Dave to come home.