Oh No Otterpop!


Uh oh. We were on a run/walk/run at the whale skeletons after work and Otterpop mysteriously ended up 3 legs. Just like that. Poof. From 4 legs and running to three and whimpering. Zero weight bearing on her right front. One of her GOOD legs.

My official veterinary exam turned up nothing except for miserable, horrible pain. I had to make her a muzzle out of a sock because she was freaking me out with her growling. Otterpop never growls at me. Not good. So I called the emergency vet to see whether one of my friends was working. Who is a real vet and doesn’t just play one on the internet. Indeed! And off we went.

Otterpop doesn’t like vets. Really doesn’t like them. I ask for a muzzle when I walk in the door. It’s embarrassing. My friend the emergency doc is an agility pal who knows Otterpop though, and she didn’t care. She did sedate her right away. Because Otterpop was a pretty crabby and uncomfortable little monster. Really not happy.

Nothing seemed broken. Something is wrong with her foot. I’ll take her back in for a radiograph if she isn’t bearing weight on it by this morning. Because I’m like that. Cheap. Sedated Otterpop is really quite a site. Too drunk to walk. Too drunk to shout. Too drunk to do anything except lay miserably on the couch. She’s actually very lovely to have around the house, except for the miserable part.

We are hoping for a really, really bad stubbed toe. Or a little sprain. That feels better by the first round of Steeplechase on Saturday. At the Regionals. Timing is everything. It’s ok though. I’d rather have a happy, 4 footed Otterpop than anything else, so if she can’t run this weekend and needs to just sit around with her foot up, it’s ok with me. We shall see. Think nice foot thoughts for Otterpop.