My poor dog got attacked by a deer

“I didn’t even know a deer could attack a dog!”

It has been a pretty weird 48 hours, and even though it’s 4:30 in the morning, I figure I better get this post out now or I might not get to it in the rest of the day.

On Saturday late afternoon, just when Russ and I returned from him picking me up from the airport (with our dogs, who were beside themselves with joy to see me), Roxy ran out of the car after something. We called for her, but she didn’t come right away, so I started getting worried.

When I heard her yelping, we literally dropped everything and ran after her, finding her staggering out of a thicket of trees behind our house with a horrible gash on her back.

It was one of my worst nightmares in the world. Roxy is my precious darling.

I had heard that deer could attack dogs, but it seemed very unlikely that our dogs would even encounter a deer up close… but it’s rutting season, and according to this lifehacker article, that’s a dangerous time for deer encounters.

We immediately took Roxy to the vet, who was kind enough to see us just an hour before closing on Saturday. We live in a rural area, so there are really no emergency animal services up here… we’d have to drive down to Roseville to see anyone after hours.

They immediately put her on the table and administered anesthesia, and gave her a bunch of x-rays to see what kind of damage was done. Thankfully, the wounds were mostly superficial. No broken bones, which is especially good, since the hit was directly on her spine.

The vet gave her a whole lot of stitches — about 7″ worth of stitches in all — and kept her for the night. We picked her up yesterday morning, and have been tenderly taking care of her wounds, de-crusting her drains, and wiping off her seepage.

Let me tell you… to a person whose dog is everything, waking up in a small pool of dog blood is awful.

Which is why I’m awake. Also, jet lag. But I couldn’t sleep with Roxy laying there seeping next to me (no, that’s not a typo). I kept worrying that she’d wake up and pull on her stitches (we took the cone off for her to sleep), so I wanted to keep a watchful eye.

Deer are no joke.

Today, I’m supposed to drive to San Jose for the Quickbooks Connect conference, but truth be told, I’m not sure I want to go. My little doggie is so sad and hurt. 🙁

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