Oh boy same story we experienced last week. My wife's precious 3/4 corgi cross suddenly could not put any weight on its left front leg after the other dog our Aussie had one upped it by beating it off the front porch in pursuit of our nuisance domestic turkeys that come into the front yard begging for bread slices my wife throws them because they look hungry. It was obvious the corgi needed help, so we carried it in the house placing it on a clean meticulously laid out blanket hoping this would help soothe the severe pain it obviously was in. I told my wife No were not calling our vet at 7 in the morning "Lacy" will be all right. Well, I went about my day doing chores and tending to other tasks that seem never ending on the farm. I came in at noon, and poor "Lacy" is still on her blanket looking miserable and only able to hold her head up when wife goes to the pantry to get her another Doggy Biscuit. "Sage" now the Aussie has been confined to the back porch cause Wife is thinking he is partially to blame for this possible life ending injury. Afternoon arrives and still no improvement, so wife continues to treat the injury with doggy biscuits which do seem to give a little temporary relief. I've come back to the house several times to check on this traumatic situation my wife's dealing with and she informs me she's headed to vet clinic to get pain meds. Oh Boy! Wife gets back home and the first pain meds are administered, and Lacy handles them very well because they taste like Doggy Biscuits. Fast forward to the next day and Lacy survived a horrible restless night not even venturing outside to challenge the distant howling coyotes. It's obvious there's no noticeable improvement with pain meds, so wife goes to pantry to get another Doggy Biscuit. Our son shows up for breakfast and not having any emotional ties with Lacy like we do sarcastically suggested amputation cause many dogs get along on three legs. First time I've seen a little reaction out of Lacy other than when my wife says Doggy Biscuit, I decided to play along with this and mentioned how a 3-legged dog won't do us any good and euthanasian would be a better option. Wife visibly upset with this suggestion headed out the back door to feed the turkeys and guess what there goes Lacy on four good legs running like I've never seen her run! This is an honest to God true story, it happened a week ago. Doggy Biscuits!
