Once Again Trauma Strikes Run A Muck Ranch

Sarah’s nails are getting a little long, so I decided to trim them.   She’s is one of the easier kids to give a mani/pedi to, rarely even waking up for it.

As easy as Sarah is to work with, only a moron could possibly quick her.   I would be that moron.  The event was traumatic for both of us.

The toe was cleaned, flour applied to slow the bleeding, and Sarah given a cheese transfusion to help her make it through the shock.

 

It looks worse than it appears.  I used flour to stop the bleeding.  Anyone who's ever used flour for this purpose knows you're just creating red paper mache.
It looks worse than it appears. I used flour to stop the bleeding. Though it does the trick, it ends up becoming red paper mache and makes it look like you chopped the entire toe off.  I assure you, all Sarah’s toes are in tact!

 

Anyone who has ever trimmed nails has at one time or another quicked one.  In all these years of toe wrangling, I have never seen a bleeder as bad as Sarah.   It seemed like she lost buckets.

 

We're losing her!  We're losing her!
We’re losing her! We’re losing her!

Once the bleeding finally slowed, I bandaged the foot.

 

Feet are never fun to bandage.  Put it on too loose and it falls off.  Too tight and the foot swells up.
Feet are never fun to bandage. Put it on too loose and it falls off. Too tight and the foot swells up.

 

As you can see, Sarah is still very weak from the trauma.

Once bandaged, Sarah was forced to spend the rest of the afternoon confined to the couch.

 

As you can see, couch confinement was a bitter pill to swallow.
Couch confinement was a bitter pill to swallow.

 

 

It's a terrible life.
It’s a terrible life.

At one point Sarah seemed to be in distress.

 

Gasp....Need chickin!
Gasp….Neeeeed chickin!

 

So a piece of chicken set aside from the people dinner was administered.

 

That's better.
Able to relax again!

 

An hour or so later, we decided it would be a good idea for Sarah to ambulate, so I helped her off the couch.

 

Groan.... too soon Mom!
Groan…. too soon Mom!

 

I think a little something in the way of a late evening snack might help me gain my strength back.  Just sayin...
I think a little something in the way of a late evening snack might help me gain my strength back. Just sayin…

 

Just what the doctor ordered!
Just what the doctor ordered!

 

After the strength injecting mini meal, Sarah was able to go outside to relieve herself and chase some hoo doos.

Upon return to the house, however, she hadn’t the strength to get back on the couch, or should I say, fight for her spot which had been taken by Morty, Gracie, Franky, Hector, Emmi and Pablo.  She had no other choice but to just go to bed.

 

Sarah being tended to by Nurse Marcy.
Sarah being tended to by Nurse Marcy.

And for the record…  the bandage is STILL on, even after an outside romp!

One by one the other Run A Muck Ranch dogs are quietly paying homage to Sarah, thanking her for taking one for the team.  Because of her sacrifice, it is highly unlikely I will attempt a toenail trim on any of the other kids any time soon.

 

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Word to the newbies:  Unless there is food involved, a walk, a ride somewhere, a visitor, or a bunny in the back yard, Sarah isn’t the most motivated of creatures in the world.  The photos you see are not of a dog suffering, but a dog in her natural state.  I did 2 other nails before I realized I quicked her.  She didn’t even bother to wake up when it happened.

Sarah’s Something Special Day

Recently, we instituted mandatory Something Special Days.   Once a week, each dog is to be separated from The Hoard for 100% attention.  No cell phone, no distractions, just 100% attention focused on one dog.

Today was Sarah’s Something Special Day.

As an added bonus, she had both Crabby and me there to share it with her.

Does this look like a happy girl to you?

 

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Poor Droopy Faced Emmi :(

Emmi’s face swelled up today, so off to the ER we went.  Turns out, she had an abscess, poor thing.

The abscess has been drained and flushed, a bravery hamburger administered, and Emmi will be on pain killers for a few days and antibiotics for a week.

Is it possible for anyone to look at this face and not feel her pain?

Poor Emmi.  To make matters worse, she can't go on Sunday Family Desert Walk tomorrow.
Poor Emmi. To make matters worse, she can’t go on Sunday Family Desert Walk tomorrow.

Sarah Happy Feet… Almost

Sarah’s handicap gives her the most endearing gait when she runs.  We call her Sarah Happy Feet when she gets in The Zone.  Blessed be the photographer who can capture Sarah Happy Feet at just the right moment.

 

Huge smile and legs all over the place, it can brighten anyone’s day.

 

Crabby and I had Sarah out on the desert this evening, and the light happened to be perfect.  What a great time to get the last Sarah Happy Feet photos of 2014!

The way to capture the best Happy Feet picture is to get Sarah started, then keep the finger on the shutter button until she either runs me over (grace and depth perception are not Sarah’s strong points) or passes me.  The hope is the last shot before collision or “sprint by” will be THE one.

 

Big Smile, Check!  Motivation (in the form of Crabby running), Check!  Happy Feet in motion, Check!
Big Smile, Check! Motivation (in the form of Crabby running), Check! Happy Feet in motion, Check!

 

Getting closer!  All systems go!
Getting closer! All systems go!

 

 

Woo Hoo!  A couple more  steps and we will have THE best Happy Feet photo of 2014!  We're psyched!
Woo Hoo! A couple more steps and we will have THE best Happy Feet photo of 2014! We’re psyched!

 

 

But this is Run A Muck Ranch.  Nothing seems to go our way.

 

 

Figures...
I present to you, Gertie Photo Bomb, 2014.

 

Special Offer From SamDoum Art to Run A Muck Ranch Followers!

I just received an e-mail from Samara, the amazing artist at SamDoum Art with an exclusive offer for Run A Muck Ranch friends!

From Samara:

“I’m currently offering 25% off on all pet portraits for all Run A Muck fans who find me through your website. All they will need to do is click on the pet portrait badge on your blog and that page will direct them to my pet portrait Etsy shop. Then, while completing their order, all they’ll need to do is enter the Promocode  “RUNAMUCK25”. The offer lasts until January 1st, 2015. But it’s a good idea to order as soon as possible in order to ship before the Christmas deadline, for those purchasing as a gift for someone else.”

 

Run A Muck Ranch's Gracie painted by SamDuom Art.
Run A Muck Ranch’s Gracie painted by SamDuom Art.

 

The SamDoumArt badge is the first widget below the header on this blog, titled Pet Portraits,  with the Macaw on it – also painted by Samara.

 

 

Run A Muck Ranch's Mortimer painted by SamDuom Art
Run A Muck Ranch’s Mortimer painted by SamDuom Art

This is the PERFECT gift for any dog mom, and most dog dads, on your Christmas list!

 

Hannah, the winner of Run A Muck Ranch's Facebook contest for internationally adopted dogs.
Hannah, the winner of Run A Muck Ranch’s Facebook contest for internationally adopted dogs.

 

 

 

The Monster From the Muck

So there we were, out for Sunday Family Desert Walk, at the waterhole, when suddenly and without warning, something emerged from the muck.

 

What IS this fiendish creature?
What IS this fiendish creature?

 

It ran to and fro for a while.

 

To
To

 

Fro
Fro

 

We tried to be silent and still so as not to be seen by the evil spawn from the depths, but it saw us anyway, charging at us in a most menacing manner.

 

Fear struck deep in our hearts when we saw IT close up.
Fear struck deep in our hearts when we saw IT close up.

 

Mortimer was flummoxed by the sight. Afraid to approach, yet equally afraid to flee.

 

Morty's Flumixed face.
Morty’s flummoxed face.

 

Terrified though we were, we decided to stay near the waterhole for the safety of the other dogs who accompanied us.  Eventually the wild THING that emerged from the muck calmed down enough for us to realize it was just Emmi.

 

Sweet Emmi
Sweet Emmi

 

Words of wisdom from The Crazy Dog Lady:  Beware Wet Emmis wherever they may be found.

 

More Fun Times at the Waterhole

Franky (left), Morty (top) and Slugger (bottom) on Sunday Family Desert Walk this morning.  We took Franky hoping he could keep the walk respectable.  Things don’t always work out as we would hope 🙂

 

Note Franky's look of pure disgust at the shemanegans.
What do you think was going through Franky’s mind at that particular moment?

 

 

Sports Bras: Not Just For Athletes

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:

Yes, Sarah is wearing one of my sports bras.
Yes, Sarah is wearing one of my sports bras.
Mock me all you want, but whenever Sarah couldn't get up or was unsteady on her feet, I  was able to stablize her.
Mock me all you want, but whenever Sarah couldn’t get up or was unsteady on her feet, I was able to stabilize her.
Sarah weighs about 72 pounds.  I can't explain the physics of it, but I was able to support most of her front end weight, with one hand.   You can  see the stretch in the bra as I stopped her from falling.  Neither Sarah nor I suffered any strain.  I expected to have to 2 hand hold her, but it wasn't necessary.  I'm sure there's an engineering calculation to explain it, but I'm not smart enough to figure it out.
Sarah weighs about 72 pounds. I can’t explain the physics of it, but I was able to support most of her front end weight with one hand. You can see the stretch in the bra as I stopped her from falling here. Neither Sarah nor I suffered any strain. I expected to have to 2 hand hold her, but it wasn’t necessary. I’m sure there’s an engineering calculation to explain it, but I’m not smart enough to figure it out.  The ‘apparatus’ worked ergonomically well for both of us.

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!