House of Stine has most recently become House of Pain. Canine-style.
You remember the little rescue dog Luna Blue (previously posted in April)? Well, she went into a foster home a few days after I got her, and then came back to the hospital not even 4 days later with a broken leg. The foster-dog-mom didn’t know how it happened, she heard her shriek, and then there she was with a broken front leg.
She was surgerized and plated by one of the best surgeons, and all-around nicest guys on the west coast. Board certified surgeon, the whole nine-yards, the best of the best.
Neato plate, huh?? I told you, Dr. Brown is extremely skilled, as are his techs. Luna pays them in Starbucks and stinky kisses. Obviously they prefer the Starbucks. But Luna is big on the kisses, so they humor her. And change her bandage every 2-3 weeks for me.
She has spent every day since then (April 21st) in a hard splint and strict crate confinement. Here. At Casa del Stine. It’s not that I don’t trust anyone else to make sure she heals, but I don’t trust anyone else to make sure she heals. The instinct is to say “oh, she can come out for a little bit, just a few minutes, she NEEDS to exercise” No, not really. She needed 24 hour confinement, and that’s what she got here. Okay, so at first I was letting her out on a leash to walk around a bit….bad idea. I told the techs (who I work with everyday, who know me and can smell a fib) “noooo, she stays in her crate 24/7”. Oh really, Lisa? Then where did THAT come from???
“Oh, you mean that piece of gravel wedged up into the toe of her splint??? I have no idea where that came from.” Interesting to note that I also feigned innocence when they started plucking foxtail grass seeds out of it as well. Okay, so THEN we went to strict confinement. The last thing I wanted with a non-healing bone was a foxtail migrating into her already compromised flesh and starting a raging infection that can’t be treated (because of the splint) and would endanger the healing bone (potential infection). So, institute tough love on myself. Poooorrrr Luna. At least she’s comfortable in her crate, even if she does want to come out and play with the other dogs. Still, she didn’t heal. There’s just very limited circulation to the area of the fracture. This is typical for Italian Greyhounds with fractures like this. It’s been almost 4 months, in a hard splint, and it’s just now about 95% healed up.
She just got switched to a soft splint. She has a ways to go before it’s strong and solid. It’s almost completely healed, but not strong enough to stay that way without rehab. She’s a fast and crazy little Blue. She wants to move around and act like a fast dog. No can do though. So we clean her kennel twice a day, feed her, pet her, let her spend time with Q (in the crate) and now she gets to go on short walks. I’m hoping to have her into a good, responsible home in a month or two. She’s a wonderful dog, she needs a home with someone, just one or two people, who will love the crud out of her. And keep her from injuring herself again. The search begins.
And then there’s Andretti. Who cannot be left off the injured-list for any stretch of time.