Previously published – The Occasional Dragonfly Blog
When Wilbur was just a young pup, before his trip to the vet for that surgery that makes all male puppy dogs cross their legs in anticipation (IF they could anticipate that is)…he had a little incident. An incident that my husband and I were not prepared for. I should mention that there are no descriptive photos to go along with this post…for obvious reasons when you read a little further.
One evening, my husband and I were upstairs in our old house getting ready for bed. Note – our bedroom floor was covered with a low-pile carpet at the time. We were chatting about our day when Wilbur slowly walked, or perhaps more accurately, limped into the room. He would take a step, yelp and stop, take another step, yelp and stop, until he reached our bed. We were immediately concerned and looked down at our stubby-legged little pup. There was no apparent issue – no blood, no visible injuries.
But every time Wilbur took a step, another yelp. He was clearly in distress! My husband and I got down on the floor to examine our yelping pup further. And we found the answer. We looked at each other in stunned silence. Wilbur had gotten “excited” and the horse was out of the barn. Wayyy out of the barn. But to make matters worse…? Basset Hounds have short, stubby legs; incredibly out of proportion with the rest of their body. Soooo, every time he took a step said horse would do a nose-dive into the carpet. OUCH!
Just FYI – Wilbur was my husband’s and my first experience with a male dog. We had never experienced anything quite like this. Was it normal? Was it stuck like that?! We boosted Wilbur onto the bed where he rolled onto his back and groaned. What would we do?! Should we get a cold compress?! Should we call the vet?! 911?! My husband was frantic!
Before all-out panic ensued, I called a friend of mine who had a male dog. After snickering for a minute or so, she assured us that this was normal and it should fix itself rather quickly. If not, there were several things that could be done to help…one of which was to keep it lubricated to avoid drying out; another was to give the dog a helping “hand”. Seriously?! Hells no!
Fortunately for Wilbur, and even more so for us, by the time I was off the phone, the situation had resolved itself, the horse was back in the barn, and no extra, ummmmm, attention was required. Wilbur jumped off the bed and sashayed downstairs like nothing had ever happened, leaving my husband and me completely bewildered and yes, more than a little grossed out.