I have lived around animals all my life. Grew up with horses and cattle for the horse training. Also had dogs and many cats. One thing is for sure when you have animals they are going to get hurt usually through some freak thing that they or you have done a million times. You never get used to it and you always feel responsible. Last week I found that out two fold. First off was Risk. Not sure what really happened slipped on some ice or ran into something. Next morning he had what is called secondary Glaucoma caused by a trauma to his eye. Glaucoma is when the fluid doesn't drain from the eye and the pressure just builds up. We tried very hard to treat his eye but in the end the specialist said our efforts are futile because he had lost his vision and it would feel like he has a giant migraine all the time. I deiced it was in the dogs best interest to remove his eye. Fortunately for Risk he has a very good attitude on life. Everything forward. Not so good for our legs when he has to wear a cone for two weeks.
The stitches and the cone come off on Friday. It will seem like a whole new world after having the cone on for two weeks. Unfortunately the injury has set Risk back in his training not sure if he will make it to trial in his nursery year.
Round Two
I only take dogs in for training under special circumstances. When Jasper's owners ask about keeping him for a month to put more consistent training on him I said yes. I really like Jasper I think he has a lot of potential. The only problem is he is a handful and will need constant work. Jasper had only been here five days when he got stepped on by a ewe in the round pen. He did have bad thoughts on his mind at the time. He came back to me limping. So I put him back in his crate thinking some rest would help. The next morning he was not putting any weight on his leg so I took him to my vet for her to look him over. A couple of x-rays later revealed a fracture in his back leg. I said some choice four letter words. I immediately felt totally responsible. Running through my head how it happened and what I could have done differently. In the end I can think of nothing just one of those things that happens. Jasper's owners are away so he is staying here in my living room. My kitchen table is covered in a vast array of doggy meds.
I can only imagine this all happened for a reason.