Pain in the Butt

The continued drama in the life of Ginny The Destroyer... this one's a bit gross, just a warning.

Last night Jason and I had a fun adventure rushing out to a 24 hour emergency vet clinic. We were in the backyard last night, playing Frisbee with our dogs - well, with Ginny anyways, Allie doesn't quite get it. Ginny won't quit when it comes to Frisbee, you can run her for hours and completely wear her down and she'll get up for more. She won't stop long enough to really do anything, like drink water if she's thirsty or lay down for a minute if she's tired. When I decided she had enough we went in the house and she followed me around the kitchen. I looked down from cleaning the counter to notice everywhere my poor little dog sat she left a red mark on the floor. Red, wet, smudges all over the kitchen. It took me a second to realize exactly what was going on, but I'm hoping you are following where this story is leading.

Jason and I had the same thought 'This is bad. What did she eat? Something has got to be ripping her up from the inside out.' We loaded her in the car (with lots of towels) and set off to Austin at 9 at night to the closest 24 hour vet we could find on the internet. Unfortunately, as anyone who drives 35 in Kyle right now knows, construction crews had the highway north bound shut down. We got creative, drove out into the country a bit and finally got to the vet much later than necessary.

And how was Ginny during this adventure you ask? She was fine. Other than she hates riding in the car, especially without Allie, she was acting completely normal. Once we got to the vet that changed a bit. I think she would have been mostly ok but a dog in another room started squealing in pain for a couple minutes.

Ginny's Pain-in-the-Butt tale gets rather anticlimactic from here. The vet came in and examined her rump and said everything from the inside looked fine. It was the outside that seemed to be scratched up and swollen... and still bleeding a little. After thinking through her activities that evening, we decided that she probably landed her rear on a rock or something when coming down from catching the Frisbee - the girl can get some air when she goes for that thing. We got some meds to help with the swelling and were on our way home.

The Frisbee is sidelined for a few days, until Ginny's butt heals. I'm guess I'm going to have to throw it closer to the ground from now on - she loves it way too much to give it up. Thank God it wasn't worse. That dog is going to cost me some serious vet bills one day, it's only a matter of time. It's a good thing I love her.

My poor, stupid dog.

"Perfection has one grave defect; it is apt to be dull." - W. Somerset Maugham