October 20, 2013

North Cairn: The new dog arrives with energy, and a few difficulties

As could have been predicted when the puppy arrived, life has become incrementally more challenging.

There is the matter of getting her through the weeks until she will be able to attend doggy day care; there are the culinary controversies over whether I should purchase an “evolutionary” puppy kibble mix, which is non-gluten and features a wolf cub prominently on the bag (while the food itself smells like a horse stall, encouraging bad eating habits that are hard enough to control in goldens); and there is the growing problem of her rapidly increasing size and weight, which makes it more and more treacherous to carry her downstairs on my candlepin knee joints.

She is old enough now – at 14 weeks – to tackle the descent down the stairs, but as Hannibal learned with his elephants during the Second Punic War, it is often easier for an animal to conquer a sharp, even mountainous, incline than accomplish a slippery descent.

And then the puppy broke her foot.

I have no idea how it happened. She simply woke up one Monday morning, hobbling about on three legs. The limping involved in a break – which I have seen before – looks quite different from a pulled muscle: Nothing tentative about even a hairline fracture. No weight at all is put on the limb.

So we were off to the vet almost immediately, after I contacted a colleague who raises Labrador retriever puppies for Guiding Eyes for the Blind in upstate New York. One retriever is much like another in all the important ways, I figure: block-headedness, loyalty, strength and, generally speaking, eagerness to please. So I felt the best recommendation would come from someone who loved these charming, bull-in-a-china-shop canines, too.

I got a recommendation to Edgewood Animal Hospital in Gorham, where veterinarian Jeffrey Milburn fit the puppy into a tight schedule, got her right in for an examination, X-ray and ultimately a splint.

The foot – and leg – will have to be resplinted every seven days for four to six weeks to make sure her digit heals properly, and she is able to walk and run without impediment for the rest of her life.

Within 12 hours the dog had already decided that the splint was a sword or some kind of ancient weapon with which she had been outfitted to bolster her confidence, which was, in fact, enhanced in all matters except tackling stair descent. She tooled around the yard, using her splinted leg like a feeble battering ram, but she clearly had concluded that she was now the bravest dog in the neighborhood.

By Week 2, she had outgrown the first splint, and though an attempt was made to recycle it, the length wasn’t quite right, and it left her feeling uncomfortable enough to spend all night long circling the mattress, throwing herself into a heap, with a sigh, against my side, and finally, standing on my chest and staring at me. At 4 a.m. I patted her head, and said, “C’mon, let’s just get up and get ready to be at the vet’s at 8.” For the few hours until the appointment, she wheeled around clumsily, her fractured foot and splint spinning to the side of her body like a baseball card stuck in the back wheel of a speeding bike.

And then she got it fixed and her world was back on track.

Such unexpected changes in the routine schedule of my life were all a part of the bargain of bringing a puppy into the scheme of things. I’m obviously not getting quite as much sleep, but the rest that comes is attended by the peaceful joy of gazing into the sleepy face of a blissful, innocent little dog. We’ve had our unforeseen tricky moments, like the two occasions when a particularly sentimental Josh Groban song came on the radio, reminding me of the dog I had to have put down this summer, and I burst into tears. The first time the pup sat very still, studying me; the second time she licked my face until I ceased my maudlin ways.

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