So lets begin this post by re-introducing you to our dog Sydney. (Yep this is her, back when she was a sweet little pup that could barely walk)
We got Sydney about 1 week after I found out I was pregnant with Caleb because hubby wanted a big dog. I personally am a fan of the teeny tiny itty bitty's, but I agreed that we could have her. Given at the time we were renting a home with a back yard, and I had no idea that at one point we would be moving back into an apartment. Ughh. Anyway, we got her right before Christmas, and we were learning all the little kinks about her. At first she just slept all the time like puppies do, and that was nice. However, that stage did not last long, and soon she became the WILD Sydney that we now love.
I have to admit that Sydney and I have had a love hate relationship these past two years. She is a very hyper breed of dog, and having her cooped inside an apartment for a year, was not really in her best interest, or mine. I mean literally the dog would hurdle the couches, and run laps in between rooms all while Bella was chasing her and barking. Annoying to say the least. Especially when I was big prego with Caleb. She even got away from me a few times while walking her back in my 37 week pregnant days. I was for sure on those days that she was dead meat, and bound to get hit by a car. However, she survived without a scratch, and was still hyper as H***.
We moved this past Spring into a house with a fenced in backyard. That was a requirement on our search because Sydney had to have a place to run. However, when we first moved in she found every loose place, every hole, and every way possible to get out of the fence. Our first month in this house it seriously felt like we were searching for that dog daily. One time we even had to pick her up from the pound. After hours of work on the fence hubby got it Sydney proofed, and we did not have a problem with her escaping again.
That is until last week. Last week I got a phone call that my dog was on the side of a main road and that she needed immediate medical attention. I rushed out of the house, with Caleb in hand, and no diaper bag to speak of. I called hubby on the way and yelled into the phone "Sydney got hit by a car". He promised that he was one his way. When I got to her, she was only a block away from our home, and she was laying in a pool of blood. Her right arm had a compound break, and both bones were poking out. She was just laying there shaking. I immediately started crying, while I spoke to the nice people who were helping me. They lifted her into my car for me all while she is screaming in pain. This of course causes Caleb to start screaming out of fear, and me to continue crying. We were a mess. Hubby arrived about 2 minutes later, and we rushed Sydney to an emergency clinic. There they told us that she also had a dislocated left elbow, and I do not even want to discuss the price we had to pay to get this little crazy fixed. Lets just say that it really is a bummer that vets do not take payment plans because we basically blew through our savings. After a visit with another vet, an overnight stay, and a million dollars later, Sydney is back home with us. We are so thankful that she is okay, but I do not know if she will ever learn that cars really can hurt you.
Oh and just to let you know, the vet informed us that she is to stay immobile for 60 days. Haha, this is nearly impossible. She is still trying to jump, run, play etc. However, we are determined for her to heal properly so we do not have to take her to an orthopedic specialist for surgery. Seriously, our bank account can not afford that. So Sydney, please just be calm for once in your life.
