June 2010
Maybe it was early July, I
don’t really remember. I had been away for the week at an event called World
Affairs Seminar. This makes it sound like I was globally conscious before I
began going abroad. High school me would have thought so, but I can assure you,
I wasn’t. That change came later. The only lasting thing that happened during
my time at W.A.S. was that Sam broke her right front leg. She had gotten too
close behind Tom, and he had stepped backwards. It really was just an accident,
and Tom felt terrible.
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It’s a few days later when I
finally get home. Sam’s leg is covered in a pink cast and she is wearing the
cone of shame. I think I remember being angry at Tom, but I know it was an
accident, and I know that it was strange to see Sam in a cast. I had never
broken a bone, and although Tom had managed to break both of his collar bones
on separate occasions, we had never really been around anyone with a cast. So
it’s strange to see her walk around with that pink club.
A broken leg has done little
to hinder her jumping ability. My bed is over three feet off the ground, and
Sam is able to jump onto my bed – cast and all. The cone of shame is luckily
just a temporary thing. She hates it, and so we only force her to wear it if
she won’t leave her cast alone.
The hardest this is that we
had just gotten her used to the idea of going potty outside, and now we can’t
very well take her for a walk. She’s going to be back on the potty pads for the
next few months. This poor dog is probably really confused about what we expect
out of her.
The vet says that she should be
able to get her cast off by the end of the summer. She’s still pretty young so
she should have no problem healing, although she might end up walking with a
limp for a while.
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