Sarah got a pretty bad cut on her ‘good’ front leg late Tuesday afternoon. Not bad enough for stitches, and we already had Tramadol at home, so we decided to hold off on going to the ER, instead deciding to see how she was the next day to determine if she needed to go to the day vet.
Despite being superficial, the cut was very painful, meaning Sarah didn’t want to put weight on the leg. Remember, Sarah already has a bad front leg. With the good leg injured, Sarah couldn’t walk at all. Every attempt at a step ended with a face plant. Though I steadied her with her collar, it seemed like all I was doing was insisting she stand while choking her.
Somewhere in the sleepless night, my already scattered brain came up with an idea:
Don’t you just love my festive jammie drawers? But I digress…
Sarah went 12 hours without peeing, a pretty long stretch for her. I couldn’t support her enough so she could “get into position” with the collar alone. But, with the sports bra, I was able to hold her front end up so she could get Sweet Relief the morning after her injury, surprisingly without using much muscle on my part.
I tried the bra in the “boobs down” position, but it didn’t work very well. “Boobs up” and I was able to support Sarah so she could both urinate and defecate, without choking her. That she had no problem doing her ‘business’ indicates to me the ‘apparatus’ was comfortable enough for her.
I wouldn’t think a regular bra, with its metal and plastic parts and thinner bands would work so well. Sports bras are soft, with continuous fabrics or soft seams – nothing to pinch, poke or bind.
Sarah’s life revolves around eating, her favorite bedroom dog bed, and the north side couch arm. Getting her to rest her hurt leg was never an issue. Getting her to move around, and most importantly, relieve herself, were. It appears we solved the problem!
Sarah needed support the whole day Wednesday, but by Thursday, she was stable on the injured leg. Despite her improving stability, she insisted then, and still does to a point now, that either I or Crabby must escort and support her whenever she goes outside for a bathroom break, when she wants on or off the couch, or when she just wants pity attention. She’s still wearing the bra though she doesn’t need it. It’s more my worry that she’ll take a bad step and the pain will come back.
Should I mention that despite Sarah being sound, at least for Sarah, I feel I still must help her with the step out the back door? Are you surprised in the least that Sarah is starting to hesitate at the door until her personal escort arrives? What kind of a monster am I creating!!
Moral of the story: The next time you have a dog who is front end compromised, look no further than a lady’s underwear drawer!