The hound is injured.

 “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” 

~ Lao-Tzu

Between International Airports and Emergency Vets,

life has been an emotional roller-coaster ride this last weekend.

None of us expected to sleep much on Saturday night as the lemmings were due to depart in the early hours of Sunday morning.  

Excitement and trepidation does that to a lemming.

We didn’t expect though that it would be the hound that prevented sleep, 

NOT the lemmings’ imminent departure. 

THIS hound is seldom unwell.

Labradors are STOIC creatures, according to the vet.  

They seldom exhibit symptoms of pain unless the pain is severe. 

THIS Labrador who eats, breaths and sleeps walks, beaches and swimming WOULDN’T move.

It was OBVIOUS something was wrong.

She is the most TOLERANTof creatures.

Despite the intense pain and discomfort she was in, there was 

NO growling, 

NO snarling, 

NO attempt to bite the hands that were trying to help her.

Such a SPECIAL hound.

Several examinations and X-rays later, 

she’s been dagnosed with a partial rupture of the Biceps Tendon.

She's exhibiting all the symptoms and she fits the stats for it.

Medium to Large hound.

5 to 7 years old.

Participates in lots of exercise.

Lameness in the limb and inability to bear weight on it.

Mega-doses of anti-inflammatories are necessary to reduce the swelling.  

Fingers and toes and everything in between crossed that the treatment works.

I don’t like seeing the sadness and pain on her face.  

It breaks my heart

... and this is a heart that’s already struggling with loved ones being absent.

Resting the limb is mandatory.  

Rambles are out of the question for the moment.

For the hound that is, NOT me.

"The soul would have no rainbow
if the eyes would have no tears."
Native American Proverb