rhoward
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How could such a beautiful day, walking Sadie, lead to a fracture?
It's hard enough starting a new business in today's ecomonmy while watching a three and a half month old baby girl grow so quickly, let alone two other boys, one of whih is 18 today and an always energetic and loving newfie.
A typical routine day finds me waking Sadie through the park, on our way to pick up Matthew, where we are suddenly greeted, from behind, by a mom and her 5 year old daughter. Sadie and I were just playing when we picked our stride back up to get to the school. Her tail wagging feverishly, and me tired from the play, all was great.... until....
If I remember correctly, as it replays like a slow motion movie in my head, the mom asked if they could pet the dog. Mind you, I havn't seen them yet. As I turn around Sadie eagerly begins to fulfill the request and is on her way to greet the little girl, fully loaded with excitement. The other half of my brain turns on the crystal ball and involuntary muscles are triggered and begin responding. I reach for the slack with my left hand because my pivot point had my torso towards the child making the use of my body to stop Sadie impossible. Capturing the excess lead, I begin to secure my grip but something unusual happens before my eyes. The lead turns into a loop and finds two finger free in which to bond. I am able to keep Sadie from overpowering the girl when I first hear, and then feel, a snap. The mom and the little girl know nothing and are laughing. I am now on my knees, still holding the line and getting Sadie in a down position, where she immediately submits and shows her belly to the mom and daughter for a belly rub. I can now explain that she is still a pup and excited when approached by eager people. As I wince in pain I have Sadie sit, down her, and have her speak on command. The mom says that her Pyrenese would never mind so well and behave. She sees that I am now holding my hand and asks, "Did you hurt yourself?". I said, "It's probably just a break." She looked at me funny and told her daughter that it was time to go.
Matthew arrived at our meeting place in another 5 minutes and we all but ran home. My wedding finger was swelling and I could imagine my ring being cut off. With some wonderful olive oil the ring was gingerly removed. Still not knowing if it was a break or a nasty sprain, I splinted it with a couple of pop cycle sticks and tape. The next morning I had x-rays and it was concluded that not only did I break it, I broke it in three places. It's not really painful. It throbs and then feel numb here and there. I have a nicer splint to on it for six weeks.
Later I will order a custom vest that says, "Stay Back! My Dog Has Rabbies!" Just kidding.
No real lesson here. Things happen. Most importantly, the little girl was not harmed. Hopfully, the mom will realize she made an error in her judgement that day.
It's hard enough starting a new business in today's ecomonmy while watching a three and a half month old baby girl grow so quickly, let alone two other boys, one of whih is 18 today and an always energetic and loving newfie.
A typical routine day finds me waking Sadie through the park, on our way to pick up Matthew, where we are suddenly greeted, from behind, by a mom and her 5 year old daughter. Sadie and I were just playing when we picked our stride back up to get to the school. Her tail wagging feverishly, and me tired from the play, all was great.... until....
If I remember correctly, as it replays like a slow motion movie in my head, the mom asked if they could pet the dog. Mind you, I havn't seen them yet. As I turn around Sadie eagerly begins to fulfill the request and is on her way to greet the little girl, fully loaded with excitement. The other half of my brain turns on the crystal ball and involuntary muscles are triggered and begin responding. I reach for the slack with my left hand because my pivot point had my torso towards the child making the use of my body to stop Sadie impossible. Capturing the excess lead, I begin to secure my grip but something unusual happens before my eyes. The lead turns into a loop and finds two finger free in which to bond. I am able to keep Sadie from overpowering the girl when I first hear, and then feel, a snap. The mom and the little girl know nothing and are laughing. I am now on my knees, still holding the line and getting Sadie in a down position, where she immediately submits and shows her belly to the mom and daughter for a belly rub. I can now explain that she is still a pup and excited when approached by eager people. As I wince in pain I have Sadie sit, down her, and have her speak on command. The mom says that her Pyrenese would never mind so well and behave. She sees that I am now holding my hand and asks, "Did you hurt yourself?". I said, "It's probably just a break." She looked at me funny and told her daughter that it was time to go.
Matthew arrived at our meeting place in another 5 minutes and we all but ran home. My wedding finger was swelling and I could imagine my ring being cut off. With some wonderful olive oil the ring was gingerly removed. Still not knowing if it was a break or a nasty sprain, I splinted it with a couple of pop cycle sticks and tape. The next morning I had x-rays and it was concluded that not only did I break it, I broke it in three places. It's not really painful. It throbs and then feel numb here and there. I have a nicer splint to on it for six weeks.
Later I will order a custom vest that says, "Stay Back! My Dog Has Rabbies!" Just kidding.
No real lesson here. Things happen. Most importantly, the little girl was not harmed. Hopfully, the mom will realize she made an error in her judgement that day.
Ronnie