Big Fright
Thursday sure was a long day!
Started out great, we took a long bike ride down the beach in beautiful sunshine and a strong, dry breeze. Living here in Paradise we get a little jaded about 'beautiful days', after all, most of our days are darn nice. But Thursday... was exceptional even by local standards.
Wow! One of those days that just foolin' around on a bicycle makes you want to shout out with joy at how fantastic it is to be alive. Great morning!
Unfortunately, the afternoon was lousy. Poor little Calypso, who has learned to charge up the stairs to our place, and sorta work her way down, took a shortcut and fell off the side of the stairs. We were both standing at the bottom when it happened and I can't begin to describe the horror we felt watching our sweet little puppy scramble to hold on for a brief instant before falling 12 feet to the ground below.After sitting with her for a few minutes, we gingerly took her upstairs where Steve got on the phone to the vet. He assured us that as long as she was playful and alert, we needn't worry too much, especially if she took a little food and water, but to call him if she started acting funny. So for a few hours we sat on the floor, watching for absolutely anything out of the ordinary. Seeing as how she is only seven weeks old, just about everything she does is unusual. She walks funny, rolls around on the ground a lot, falls over when playing, flops down and goes to sleep at the drop of a hat, etc etc. The real challenge was trying to figure out if any of the above was any *more* funny than normal. We were miserable- which only served to make Caly act a little odd, as she couldn't seem to figure out why the two of us were watching over her so closely.
Finally, with visions of invisible life-threatening internal bleeding dancing in our heads, we decided to take her in to the vet- if for no other reason than to put our own minds at ease. After poking and prodding and stretching and listening and looking... the vet diagnosed Calypso as being fine. Just fine. The relief in the room was palpable.
While we were there, we got her toenails clipped.
Long day for us, long day for the puppy. Needless to say, she won't be going downstairs solo for a little while, and we sure are glad that there is a shaggy lawn below the stairs instead of gravel or concrete.
Started out great, we took a long bike ride down the beach in beautiful sunshine and a strong, dry breeze. Living here in Paradise we get a little jaded about 'beautiful days', after all, most of our days are darn nice. But Thursday... was exceptional even by local standards.
Wow! One of those days that just foolin' around on a bicycle makes you want to shout out with joy at how fantastic it is to be alive. Great morning!
Unfortunately, the afternoon was lousy. Poor little Calypso, who has learned to charge up the stairs to our place, and sorta work her way down, took a shortcut and fell off the side of the stairs. We were both standing at the bottom when it happened and I can't begin to describe the horror we felt watching our sweet little puppy scramble to hold on for a brief instant before falling 12 feet to the ground below.After sitting with her for a few minutes, we gingerly took her upstairs where Steve got on the phone to the vet. He assured us that as long as she was playful and alert, we needn't worry too much, especially if she took a little food and water, but to call him if she started acting funny. So for a few hours we sat on the floor, watching for absolutely anything out of the ordinary. Seeing as how she is only seven weeks old, just about everything she does is unusual. She walks funny, rolls around on the ground a lot, falls over when playing, flops down and goes to sleep at the drop of a hat, etc etc. The real challenge was trying to figure out if any of the above was any *more* funny than normal. We were miserable- which only served to make Caly act a little odd, as she couldn't seem to figure out why the two of us were watching over her so closely.
Finally, with visions of invisible life-threatening internal bleeding dancing in our heads, we decided to take her in to the vet- if for no other reason than to put our own minds at ease. After poking and prodding and stretching and listening and looking... the vet diagnosed Calypso as being fine. Just fine. The relief in the room was palpable.
While we were there, we got her toenails clipped.
Long day for us, long day for the puppy. Needless to say, she won't be going downstairs solo for a little while, and we sure are glad that there is a shaggy lawn below the stairs instead of gravel or concrete.
# posted by Steve Broyles @ 6/21/2004 07:01:00 PM 
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