Hello everyone, Maisie here today with a cautionary tale that I recommend all hounds and their humans read. I had a bad day earlier this week and I've now recovered enough to get online and tell the story.
As Mac has reported recently, we've had some trouble training our humans to take us for a walk as soon as we bark in the morning. The other day Mac tried the suggestion to whine as though he was about to poo on the carpet. It worked extremely well, one gullible human ran down the stairs and put our leads on right away!
When we got outside though, things started to go wrong. Our gullible human had ran so fast to let us out that he'd forgot to put on any shoes or our muzzles. The grass was muddy and we wanted to go further onto the lawn than he could stretch so he decided we would be okay to have a toilet break off the lead.
But off the lead in the garden means playtime! So we started running around at 40mph and chasing each other. Unfortunately our play got a bit intense and Mac bit me on the side. He wouldn't usually do this but during playtime it seemed the right thing to do. Kate got called down to assess the damage (whenever there's any kind of medical issue going on, she's the one people call for in the house. Apparently it's been that way since they had rabbits. Mmmmmm, rabbits).
I wasn't very sore at first so I kept wagging my tail and smiling at Kate but when she cleaned it I began to feel it a bit more and I was also a little shocked that Mac attacked me when we were playing a game. I was giving little squeals of pain and looking at my family with big sad brown eyes which Kate said broke her heart.
I made some new friends in the vets though! Usually I'm not friendly with other dogs (unless they're greyhounds) but I was very well behaved in the vets. Mum and Kate thought it might be some kind of canine truce to leave our differences at the door since we all don't enjoy going to the vets. Kate took some pictures as proof since she knew our family would not believe I'd made friends with a collie.
When the vet saw me he said I would need stitches and I went into surgery. The wait was awful for my family because they know how dangerous it can be to put greyhounds under anaesthetic. We're sensitive little souls but luckily my vet knows his stuff and he did a great job.
When Mum and Kate came to collect me I gave an almighty howl as I was turfed out of my kennel. I was still groggy from the surgery and the whole thing felt like a bit of a nightmare. I didn't want to walk and I reluctantly got into the car.
There is one thing that cheers up a sick hound.....chicken! And luckily the vet had told Mum that's exactly what I needed to take my medicine with. I woke up long enough to eat the titbits and Mac watched in disbelief as he got offered nothing (he was still in big trouble for biting me).
Once I'd had my chicken I went back to sleep standing up on the kitchen floor (I was very very sleepy). It took Kate a whole 5 minutes to get me to walk over to my bed and another 5 minutes to convince me that sleeping on my bed would be comfier than staring at it blankly in a post-op daze. Eventually I got there though.
(I didn't move from that position all night).
In the morning I was feeling a lot better. Mac went out for his early morning walk as usual but the vet had told me I couldn't exercise so I stood watching the front door and howled until Kate woke up and came to cuddle me. Mac knew I was hurt so I was scared he'd left me to find a new pack. I didn't return to my normal self until he got back.
Mac missed me too though, when I was in for surgery he was confused and a little upset. Not so upset that he howled but that's only because he isn't a good singer like me. Nonetheless, he was very happy to see me back to my usual self the next day.
I have another check up next week to check that my wound is healing properly but I'm feeling okay just now. I was lucky though, this whole incident could have been prevented if we'd had our muzzles on when we went outside. Even if you think everything is going to be okay please take a couple of minutes to muzzle your hound because we're very speedy creatures and anything can happen in the blink of an eye.
A friend of mine didn't have such a happy ending when they got bitten. Their vet didn't know greyhounds in the same way that mine does and unfortunately the anaesthetic didn't agree with him. His owners now wonder what could have been done differently and struggle with the way that things changed so suddenly.
From one hound to another, please tell your humans to put your muzzle on before you go out and play. It can save a lot of stress, a lot of money and maybe even your life.
Thanks for reading everyone