I just heard from the vet.
The vet you ask? Yes, the vet.
My husband got me a beautiful Pomeranian puppy, about three months old, just before Christmas. He was one of my presents. I named him Cato, but I often call him little bear. Though, honestly, he looks like a little fox.
Little Bear is much too curious though. And he seems to forget that he's much too big to wrangle larger dogs.
We have a sheppard we keep on a run behind the house because she's just about uncontrollable. She likes to tear things up. Today, when my son went to feed her, he forgot that he had let the puppy out. And though little Bear won't go up around the sheppared on his own, he will if anyone else is there.
Before my son, Bret could stop him, he charged up the hill right into the sheppards path, and she attacked him.
Simi, my Sheppared, has never been a mean dog, and she's never fought other dogs, but she's decided she doesn't like Cato.
She grabbed him and before Bret could get her to release him she had placed two punctures in Cato's side.
We had to rush him to the vet where they're keeping him overnight. The punctures weren't bad the Vet said, but he's very concerned at the soreness in Cato's stomach and wants to make certain the spleen hadn't been ruptured and that there was no internal bleeding.
I miss my puppy. Several times tonight I've caught myself calling for him, wondering where that little ball of furry energy was and what he was getting into.
The vet is positive he's going to be okay, and his call was to reassure me that everything was going fine and I should be able to pick him up tomorrow.
It will be good to have him back home yapping at my feet and demanding that I play with him.
And now, I'm back to my revision. No rest for the wicked my hubby says. *snort* I say that's him, it shouldn't be me. LOL
Goodnight, sweet dreams. And uhhh, you might want to check back in a day or two for a little excerpt or two. I'm pulling a few things out to post that I think you might enjoy.