Sep 27, 2008 08:01
Poor Bentley! He has had the wrong type of excitement this week. He was out with the dog walker, Kirsty and, as Kirsty tells me, was only 10 minutes into his walk with 3 other dogs and she had just let them off the leads to go into the grass when Boo cut his back, right paw in between the pads on some glass. She text J to let him know and J sent me the text. I panicked and called her and she was really defensive about the details - I just wanted to know what happened to my dog! She did end up telling me but I had to ask her lots of questions. She checked on him again mid afternoon as I don't get home until 5.30 and she had advised that he was bandaged up and that the vet probably can stitch him up because of there the cut was. She advised just keeping the wound clean and bandaged.
I got home and Boo just wasnt himself. If he had been his normal 'I got hurt but I'm alright, gimme food and lets for walkies!!!' I would have taken Kirsty's advice but he looked like he was in pain and he ate his food really slowly-then I knew he wasn't right. Off to the vet we went and it turns out that he needed to go under and have 5 stitches. He has to wear a collar when he is not supervised and his foot is bandaged (at least they matched his bandage to his collar). I was so upset-and he is my dog. I can't imagine how upset I would have been if he were my child, hurt at nursery. The worst part of the experience was after the vet checked the wound (which was gushing when the bandage was removed), Boo yelped like I have never heard him before and then he hid from the vet in the corner with his face underneath my arms, cowering. Broke my heart.
The vets tell me that the glass in the grass is at epidemic proportions and he hates the yobs who throw their rubbish-that Boo was not the first this week to have to be stiched up and that it was unfortunate that it was with the dog walker as I could not be there. It actually made me feel better because Boo loves Kirsty and I was really wresting with whether or not to stop the walkies. I called her back and thanked her for cleaning up the wound and bandaging it and let her know that Boo will be back when he is allowed to go on walkies again (at least 1-2 weeks for no walkies for Boo). He will be driving us nuts not getting his reqular walks.
Other than this, work is work. I am starting to look forward to my days at the nursery-we have been doing a lot of staff training and some of the workers are really keen to take our advice on board and it makes such a difference in the working environment. This term I am running 2 groups of babies pre-verbal communication, 2 groups of preschool early communicaton social skills, a global learning difficulty early language group, a signing group for 3 children with down's syndrome, and a listening and attention group for 3 high functioning ASD children. I am also running individual sessions for two hearing impaired children, 4 low functioning ASD children, and one child with global delay who is nearly ready for discharge-he is coming on so well but he doesn't fit into the other groups. It will be a busy two days of my week but I am dead excited for the challenge.
This, in a nutshell, is why I hate Sunday nights-I hate having to gear back up into 'the zone', mentally preparing myself for the week. It is also why I am not at the computer as much; you are never far from my thoughts, though!