Lilly weighs about 8 pounds, but she is fiercely protective, and to do her protective bit just right, Lilly wants to chase cars.
She is hindered, however, by our electric fence. She still does what she can, which is start at one corner of our yard and runs the length to the other end, barking furiously whenever a vehicle happens to pass. She is even worse when she is in a vehicle as she jumps around yapping at any vehicle stupid enough to be on the road when we are. Don’t they know Lilly’s wrath?
Yesterday, Lilly got her break. She was out of the yard on a leash when a truck starting rumbling down our road. She got loose and took off towards the truck in all of her fury with her leash trailing behind her.
The truck missed her, but she was still thrown about because of the wind and possibly the truck didn’t miss the leash. She jumped up furious at her failed attempt. At first Lilly was her usually furious self, snapping and biting out. Within moments though, Lilly realized she was hurt. She was limping.
At home, she hobbled into the house on three legs, and when the kids reported Lilly was hit by a vehicle, we thought they were joking. Until we saw Lilly, who was trailing behind with her left rear leg being held at a weird angle.
I called the vet, which was closed, and talked to the vet on call. Lilly wasn’t bleeding, and there weren’t any visible breaks or bones. She was quiet and not walking on her leg, but mostly she was OK, which is way more than I would have expected when hearing a mini-pin tangled with a truck.
The vet gave us some advice and recommended we go in today. So that is what we are doing.
This morning, Lilly is still hobbling on three legs. She sometimes just stands up and won’t move. For the most part, she doesn’t seem to be in pain. She’ll let us pet her hind leg and pick her up. Her vet appointment is soon, and I hope we hear good news. And now that she has caught a vehicle, I hope she is satisfied enough not to have that quest again.
Update: Lilly is back home from the vet. She has a broken pelvis, which means she will have to spend the next three weeks in her crate. Then she goes back for another x-ray, and we’ll slowly start letting her move more if everything is good. This is the BEST news. We knew something was wrong, and I am relieved it wasn’t a femur, which would have meant surgery and pins and plates and lots of $$$.
