Kahn has been destructive lately, so I figured I'd bring him with me to work yesterday. As we were walking out the door (with my hands FULL of my keys, lunch, purse & the bag with my pump PLUS the leash) Kahn saw a squirrel and charged, pulling the leash right out of my hands. I yell at him and start toward the car, hoping he will just hop in (that's how I've gotten Ruff before) and Ruff charges out the door after Kahn. CRAP!! So the two of them start romping in the yard and I'm STILL hoping opening the car doors will get them to jump in. Then they start across the street. I yell at them to get in the car, just trying to get their attention. Nope. They start running down the street in the yards opposite our house. Soooo I'm trying to get Isaiah to hurry up and get in the car, planning on driving after them and getting them in the car down the street. Had to do that one before too.
Then. Then, then, then. An SUV turns on to our street. And starts coming toward our house. And the dogs. Who are happily playing in a yard across the street. Totally oblivious. I watch in horror as Ruff turns and runs across the street.
Right in front of this car.
And goes RIGHT UNDER THE CARS TIRES.
Front and back.
Two sets of tires right over the middle of my poor dog.
I scream in horror. Yell at Isaiah to stay in the house and tear down the middle of the road, screaming Ruff's name. Certain he was dead.
Did I mention I SAW MY DOG GO UNDER TWO TIRES. I kept playing that scene out in my head over and over and over and over and over again. All day long.
Ruff gets up and bounds away. Totally like he's still playing. Oh thank goodness, I was terrified I'd have to take care of a dead dog while my preschooler was home. But he ran away from our house...toward an even busier street.
So I throw Isaiah in my car to go after the dogs. (Thankfully, Kahn was not hurt.) We drive down the street and Kahn is standing in a driveway with a couple dogs inside barking their fool heads off at him. He ran right up to me so I threw him in the car, brought him home, then turned around and went back after Ruff. I keep stopping people who are out walking their dogs asking if they'd seen him (cuz every dog is Ruff's BFF). I head in the direction of the dog daycare we used to bring him to all the time, not knowing where else to look for him. I pulled into the lot and Ruff is RIGHT THERE sitting at their back door.
Ohmygosh thank goodness.
He's bleeding a bit and hurt, but I can't see anything else. So I get him in my car (he is able to walk down the stairs and jump in the car on his own....yay!) We get to a vet...10 minutes before they open. I call them and leave a message saying "my dog was hit, we are waiting in your parking lot until you open". Five minutes later, they open the door. A check and x-ray and....cuts, road rash and diaphragmatic hernia.
His diaphragm ruptured(?) so his intestines are too high which has pushed his stomach too high and his lungs are compressed and his heart is too low and, and, and, and. Basically everything inside is not in the right place. He needs surgery. That day. And they can't do it.
So poor Ruff goes BACK in the car. I can hear him having trouble breathing (he just can't get a good big breath because his lungs are compressed.) And when I have to slow down too quickly I can tell it hurts him.
Once we get there they take him right back. They tell me it's bad, but not terrible. He does need surgery that day, but they can take the time to get fluids in him and get him some pain meds before they have to open him up. He has a better prognosis since they don't have to rush right in.
Two hours after we were finally able to leave (once money was figured out) they called and said he was out of surgery and had woken up. The rupture had been pretty significant, but they got everything put back together and hadn't seen any damage to his organs or anything. Frankly, I think he was pretty darn luck all in all. Yes, he's going to have recovery time but it could have been SO.MUCH.WORSE. No broken bones or ruptured organs or internal bleeding. He has a good prognosis. Things can take a turn for the worse, but his chances are good that he will completely recover.
The poor guy who Ruff ran in front of did pull over and looked SOOOOO upset. I'm pretty sure I apologized to him (hey...it was Ruff's fault). He was asking what he could do to help, if I wanted help looking for the dogs. I was busy bawling (or trying not to? I was trying to not upset Isaiah) so I told him to just go.
I called my boss in tears right after Ruff got hit to tell her I wouldn't be in, that Ruff had been hit and run off. This would be the boss the brought me Kahn. She was so awesome. Hopped in her car to help find him (I found him quickly enough, though)...offered to help with money if we needed it, kept checking on him, etc.
So.....now we wait and see how recovery goes.
Then. Then, then, then. An SUV turns on to our street. And starts coming toward our house. And the dogs. Who are happily playing in a yard across the street. Totally oblivious. I watch in horror as Ruff turns and runs across the street.
Right in front of this car.
And goes RIGHT UNDER THE CARS TIRES.
Front and back.
Two sets of tires right over the middle of my poor dog.
I scream in horror. Yell at Isaiah to stay in the house and tear down the middle of the road, screaming Ruff's name. Certain he was dead.
Did I mention I SAW MY DOG GO UNDER TWO TIRES. I kept playing that scene out in my head over and over and over and over and over again. All day long.
Ruff gets up and bounds away. Totally like he's still playing. Oh thank goodness, I was terrified I'd have to take care of a dead dog while my preschooler was home. But he ran away from our house...toward an even busier street.
So I throw Isaiah in my car to go after the dogs. (Thankfully, Kahn was not hurt.) We drive down the street and Kahn is standing in a driveway with a couple dogs inside barking their fool heads off at him. He ran right up to me so I threw him in the car, brought him home, then turned around and went back after Ruff. I keep stopping people who are out walking their dogs asking if they'd seen him (cuz every dog is Ruff's BFF). I head in the direction of the dog daycare we used to bring him to all the time, not knowing where else to look for him. I pulled into the lot and Ruff is RIGHT THERE sitting at their back door.
Ohmygosh thank goodness.
He's bleeding a bit and hurt, but I can't see anything else. So I get him in my car (he is able to walk down the stairs and jump in the car on his own....yay!) We get to a vet...10 minutes before they open. I call them and leave a message saying "my dog was hit, we are waiting in your parking lot until you open". Five minutes later, they open the door. A check and x-ray and....cuts, road rash and diaphragmatic hernia.
His diaphragm ruptured(?) so his intestines are too high which has pushed his stomach too high and his lungs are compressed and his heart is too low and, and, and, and. Basically everything inside is not in the right place. He needs surgery. That day. And they can't do it.
So poor Ruff goes BACK in the car. I can hear him having trouble breathing (he just can't get a good big breath because his lungs are compressed.) And when I have to slow down too quickly I can tell it hurts him.
Once we get there they take him right back. They tell me it's bad, but not terrible. He does need surgery that day, but they can take the time to get fluids in him and get him some pain meds before they have to open him up. He has a better prognosis since they don't have to rush right in.
Two hours after we were finally able to leave (once money was figured out) they called and said he was out of surgery and had woken up. The rupture had been pretty significant, but they got everything put back together and hadn't seen any damage to his organs or anything. Frankly, I think he was pretty darn luck all in all. Yes, he's going to have recovery time but it could have been SO.MUCH.WORSE. No broken bones or ruptured organs or internal bleeding. He has a good prognosis. Things can take a turn for the worse, but his chances are good that he will completely recover.
The poor guy who Ruff ran in front of did pull over and looked SOOOOO upset. I'm pretty sure I apologized to him (hey...it was Ruff's fault). He was asking what he could do to help, if I wanted help looking for the dogs. I was busy bawling (or trying not to? I was trying to not upset Isaiah) so I told him to just go.
I called my boss in tears right after Ruff got hit to tell her I wouldn't be in, that Ruff had been hit and run off. This would be the boss the brought me Kahn. She was so awesome. Hopped in her car to help find him (I found him quickly enough, though)...offered to help with money if we needed it, kept checking on him, etc.
So.....now we wait and see how recovery goes.
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