ACL

My powerful little dog has torn her ACL – at least that is what the vet “thinks” is the reason she leans slightly to one side to take her weight off her back leg.  Now, she always looks a little crooked when standing still, unless their is a small living creature in her line of sight.  When movement is sighted, all pain is forgotten.

It has been about a month since we were given her diagnosis, and Lulu is miserable.  She cannot go anywhere without being on a leash, and I honestly don’t understand why.  She has simply transferred her energy releases to the interior of the house, and turning sharp corners as she slides around the dining room table on hard wood floors at 20 MPH has GOT to have a more adverse effect on her ACL than trotting the fence line.

On top of all this, is the relationship stress.

“Are you taking her out?”

“It is raining.”

“It is your turn.”

“It’s raining.”

“She still has to go to the bathroom.”

“It is raining.  Just let her out. She does not run in the rain.”

At this point, the conversation often begins to escalate, because if it is not raining, then it is cold, or it is dark, or now that it is winter, cold, dark and raining.

“You are so lazy.  I’ll take her out!”

(silence)

“I can feel you staring at me.”

“Are you taking her out?”

“You just said you were taking her out.”

“OMG!”

“Fine, I’ll take her out.”

“Good, and hurry back.  I don’t want to leave the show on pause for 15 minutes.”

As we stand at the door staring out in to the yard, I lean over and clip on the leash.  I stand and look down at her as she looks up, a mild look of disgust on her face.

“This is what happens when a Republican dog is raised by a democrat,” I say, raising my eyebrows at her in a dog smile.”

“I HEARD THAT!”

 

 

 

DNA

Lulu

Lulu

Yesterday I read through Lu’s DNA. There is a lot of controversy about the accuracy of canine DNA results, but her’s seem to be accurate.

Yesterday Lu found a rabbit nest. She killed all four baby rabbits in less than a minute. Then my dog that eats only the best food that money can buy, just as quickly ate them. I did not have time to save the babies. She was just too fast.

I had a hard time looking at my savage dog without feeling sadness for the babies, and the mama that returned later that evening. I could not love her for a few hours, and turned my back.

Last night Lu climbed up on the sofa and pushed her flat, block head up under my arm. She laid her head on my lap and tilted it to the side, her soft brown, pink ringed eye gazing up at me. I laid my hand on her head gently, and she sighed deeply as her warm eyes slowly closed.

Vies-la + Bull Terrier + Stafford-shire Terrier – this is my dog that loves hard, kills hard, and explodes both with life and onto life. It is hard to believe an animal so gentle and loving can also be so feral and brutal.