She's a goof, and a lovey... and hasn't had much training of any kind. She's a mix of English Setter, lab, and (from the size of her head and paws) a Rottie. Like you, I looked forward to taking her on walks to the park up the block. I'm 65 and since being diagnosed with lupus have lost tons of weight. Down from a size 24 to a size 4. I weigh 103 and I'm 4'10". Lexy, my goofball, is 60+ pounds and comes up to my hips in height. She had been doing SO good on a leash; I was so proud of her. And then, Last Friday happened...
A kid on a motorized bike whizzed by us. I guess Lexy thought it might be more fun than slow walking with Mom (gryn). Anyway, she took an immediate leap towards it, lifted me off my feet, into the air, and then dragged me behind her for a couple of feet. I never turned loose of the lead, tho... too afraid she'd get hit by a car.
I knew immediately I was hurt pretty bad. Sure enough, after about 6 hours in the ER, I have 2 breaks in my tibia plateau... the top of the tibia that butts up against the femur under the knee. They said surgery is mandatory, or risk major disability down the line. I'm disabled enough -- I don't need anything else disabling me! So, tomorrow I call the bone doc and make an appt. At this point, I'll do anything to stop this exquisite pain and walk again. Lexy, meanwhile, knows I'm hurt; she's not made the connection between her and "Mom's hurt" but she's being very subdued and lovey towards me. I told her it was okay; I didn't blame her, and I wasn't going to send her back to "prison." We'll just have to work a little harder, once I can walk again. My backyard's in bloom, and I'd look forward to going out to investigate. Guess I'll just have to settle for opening the windows, taking a deep breath, and admire the color from inside the house for now.
Ah... our best laid plans... (gryn)
= new reply since forum marked as read