Late Friday afternoon, Tobi came racing into the house and snuggled next to my legs while I was sitting on the sofa. Suddenly, he raced around the coffee table and again, snuggled next to me. Miez came in, he ran to her to say hello, and ran back to me.
Somewhat perplexed by his behaviour I got up and noticed droplets of blood on the carpets. I made Tobi lie down, checked him for injuries and found none. His strange behaviour continued so I took him next door to Hilde and my Dad’s, where we checked him again and discovered that the source of bleeding was, in fact, a split claw, which was obviously causing him extreme pain. He’d apparently been digging holes in the garden (he seems to be in a digging phase at the moment) and injured himself.
Off to the vet. There was no other remedy than to remove the tip of the claw, which she thankfully accomplished with one quick move. Poor Tobi yelped at the top of his lungs and just quivered. The vet bandaged the paw, gave him a whole handful of treats, and sent us on our way.
Notice the cute Sesame Street “Ernie” sock which she used to cover and protect the bandage.
Poor Tobi limped dreadfully. We felt incredibly sorry for him, of course.
Despite his injury, we took him with us yesterday for a wonderful lunch at the Restaurant which is owned by the woman we got him from. We hadn’t dared appear there for a while, as in the winter of 2004, Tobi’s mother Nicki and his brother Wuzi were shot by a hunter and we didn’t want to open any scars which were not yet healed. I posted about that incident here.
Mrs. M was thrilled to see Tobi, who immediately recognised her of course. After a joyful reunion with one of her “little ones”, she sat down and chatted with us for quite a while. She now has a new dog, a Lab, but still misses Nicki immensely. We learned some dreadful things about the incident in 2004, and it almost broke my heart when she told us of how, the next day, she went to retrieve the two dogs’ bodies from the hunter’s garage, where he had put them.
In the evening, I debated on whether to take our poor limping dog down for a walk by the river, not sure if it would be a good thing or not. I headed to the grocery store on my bicycle to purchase a few things I needed for the weekend and when Tobi saw me pushing my bike onto the property, came RACING up to greet me. Without a limp. Once I was in the kitchen putting away my things, he was limping again.
Down by the river, he ran around like a puppy. No limp in sight.
This morning at 5 a.m. I was awakened by whining sounds – he needed to go out. I let him out, and sat down in the dark living room, waiting for him to come back in so that I could crawl back into bed. It was then that I noticed his bandages were lying around the floor in a gazillion pieces. He’d managed to remove the sock and chew the bandage off.
This morning, I re-bandaged the paw for him and covered it with a plain black sock out of my collection (as Ernie was soaking wet). Wonder if it will be a limping or no-limping kind of day 😉