Voodoo went to the vet for his annual checkup. All was going perfectly well, and Voodoo was his usual happy self, until the vet tried to pick up him up and put him on the table. The demon snarled/yiped and took a snap at the vet. Vet immediately jumped back, and was genuinely confused. He said, "But he seems so happy and relaxed!" We reassured the vet (new vet, had never seen the Chaos Demon before) that this was absolutely not typical behavior of The Vood, he'd never done such a thing before. Perhaps he was just feeling abnormally anxious. So Hubby talks to Voodoo, pets him, then puts his arms around Voodoo's middle and tries to lift him on the table. Once again, dramatic snarl/yipe/snap. :yikes:
We insisted that something had to be wrong with Voodoo. Vet agrees, puts a muzzle on Voodoo, and checks him out.
Well, it turns out that my poor puppy has either a cracked or badly bruised rib.
It's right on the soft part of the rib cage, close to his tummy. The vet could feel it. Fortunately, it wasn't broken. The vet found a few scrapes on his side, too.
We have no idea how it happened. We're thinking it came from Voodoo's usual careening around the house and yard. He probably slipped and crashed into something. There's no real medical attention needed, just rest. So, my poor boy is on light duty for the next week or two, until he heals up.
Voodoo is getting plenty of sympathy hugs and kisses and attention, which he is eating up. Then, guess what happens the next day?
He caught a cold. Seriously. Right now, Voodoo is curled up on his blankie in his crate, sniffling and snorting with congestion, has hurt feelings because I won't let him go play outside, and is giving me his best sad/abused/woe face.
Poor thing. Hopefully he gets feeling better soon.
We insisted that something had to be wrong with Voodoo. Vet agrees, puts a muzzle on Voodoo, and checks him out.
Well, it turns out that my poor puppy has either a cracked or badly bruised rib.
It's right on the soft part of the rib cage, close to his tummy. The vet could feel it. Fortunately, it wasn't broken. The vet found a few scrapes on his side, too.We have no idea how it happened. We're thinking it came from Voodoo's usual careening around the house and yard. He probably slipped and crashed into something. There's no real medical attention needed, just rest. So, my poor boy is on light duty for the next week or two, until he heals up.
Voodoo is getting plenty of sympathy hugs and kisses and attention, which he is eating up.
Then, guess what happens the next day?He caught a cold. Seriously. Right now, Voodoo is curled up on his blankie in his crate, sniffling and snorting with congestion, has hurt feelings because I won't let him go play outside, and is giving me his best sad/abused/woe face.
Poor thing. Hopefully he gets feeling better soon.
