Gypley
Well-Known Member
Yesterday afternoon was lovely, cleared the field of poo (always makes me feel like I've had a productive day )
Then decided I'd do some desensitising with baby horse. So I set up a 'road network' of poles to pick our way through, tarps to talk over, black sacks poked into the top of traffic cones flapping in the wind, and scary coloured planks lent against jump wings to step over.
I put on my hat and gloves and braced myself for being jumped on by spooked baby horse ..... The result?
He didn't bat an eyelid at anything!!!
Walked straight onto the tarps, stood still and licked it to death, he even pulled the sacks out of the top of the traffic cone and waved them around in his mouth!!
I was a gobsmacked, proud mumma and went home on a high
So I got home and there was no dog rubbing around my legs to greet me, cue instant panic. She was laid in the conservatory and would not move. Even with tempting her with a roast potato she could not lift her back end. So I phoned my mum, but could not get through. Then phoned the boyfriend who was an absolute star and rushed straight over. I phoned the emergency vet and got her straight there, the vet diagnosed a possible slipped disc but she would need to X-ray in the morning to be sure. Daisy's back legs were completly paralised.
She's currently on a weight loss programme as she's awaiting an cruciate ligament operation and now with the possible slipped disc, the odds were stacking against her of ever making a full recovery. Multiple surgeries are a big ask of a Rottweiler.
At 1am this morning we made the heartbreaking decision to have my beautiful rottie PTS. As I felt that there was too much stacked against her to put her through all the physio and operations.
She was the best dog I have ever had and the guilt of having to make that final decision is completly eating me up.
Sorry for burdening you all with this but it's just nice to be able to vent.
RIP my beautiful girl xxx
Then decided I'd do some desensitising with baby horse. So I set up a 'road network' of poles to pick our way through, tarps to talk over, black sacks poked into the top of traffic cones flapping in the wind, and scary coloured planks lent against jump wings to step over.
I put on my hat and gloves and braced myself for being jumped on by spooked baby horse ..... The result?
He didn't bat an eyelid at anything!!!
Walked straight onto the tarps, stood still and licked it to death, he even pulled the sacks out of the top of the traffic cone and waved them around in his mouth!!
I was a gobsmacked, proud mumma and went home on a high
So I got home and there was no dog rubbing around my legs to greet me, cue instant panic. She was laid in the conservatory and would not move. Even with tempting her with a roast potato she could not lift her back end. So I phoned my mum, but could not get through. Then phoned the boyfriend who was an absolute star and rushed straight over. I phoned the emergency vet and got her straight there, the vet diagnosed a possible slipped disc but she would need to X-ray in the morning to be sure. Daisy's back legs were completly paralised.
She's currently on a weight loss programme as she's awaiting an cruciate ligament operation and now with the possible slipped disc, the odds were stacking against her of ever making a full recovery. Multiple surgeries are a big ask of a Rottweiler.
At 1am this morning we made the heartbreaking decision to have my beautiful rottie PTS. As I felt that there was too much stacked against her to put her through all the physio and operations.
She was the best dog I have ever had and the guilt of having to make that final decision is completly eating me up.
Sorry for burdening you all with this but it's just nice to be able to vent.
RIP my beautiful girl xxx