This weekend has been QUITE eventful. Friday started it off amazingly well with jazz in the sculpture garden and then Ted’s Bulletin for southern sides (like creamed corn and mac n cheese) followed by chocolate peanut butter banana milkshakes with our newest friends from Capital Hill. We had such a great time exploring our side of town and really investing in some truly wonderful people. Who knew the dog park could be such a great place to find new friends? :)
Saturday was meant to be a day for studying and going to the Krooth and Altman annual company picnic. We made it to the picnic, had a few beers, enjoyed watching attorney’s get soaked by a water balloon dunking machine, and all around had a really nice time getting to know the people at the firm a little better. We got back home around 5 and decided to meet our new friends at the dog park before Jonathan got all settled in “study mode.” The rest of the day went a little differently than planned. We chatted, enjoyed the company of all the dogs (our friends have a great dane and a chihuahua mix), and then the drama happened. Jonathan was playing fetch with Jude and threw the ball where Jude crossed paths with a large black “bear of a dog.” The dog is huge and very old. Basically Jude ran right up next to the huge dog (almost running into him) and the dog reached out and took a huge bite out of Jude’s right flank. I look up hearing Jude let our a piercing cry and see a flash of red and pink on his skin. Jonathan and I run over and see that Jude has a silver dollar size hole. Let the freaking out begin.
We get Jude to be still and see that while he’s not bleeding too badly, the dog’s bite cut deeply into his skin and fatty tissues revealing his muscle. I’m not going to lie—it looked pretty horrible. The huge dog’s poor owner comes over and says he will of course pay for all vet costs to get Jude back to normal and apologizes profusely—-most of which I’m not really hearing due to a slight case of mommy panic. I run to get our car while Jonathan stays with our group of friends and worried onlookers and works out where we should take him to get fixed up. Everyone recommends Friendship Heights Veterinary Hospital which is about a 20 minute drive away so that’s where we go. We get there and wait in the waiting room for about 15 minutes to hear what the vet thinks the best plan of action is. Much to our surprise, around the corner walks our two new friends from capital hill, come bringing us drinks and snacks and to hang out with us while we wait for our sweet boy. It just about made both Jonathan and I cry on the spot—we are so blessed to count these two our new friends :) So while they waited for us in the waiting room, we went back with the vet to get Jude checked out. They had their special surgeon take a look at the bite and decided that he would have inner and outer stitches and be put under just local anesthesia. They couldn’t get to him until 10pm that night and recommended having him put in a crate there until the procedure so he would stay calm.
Thank goodness for Ashley and Tammy; they took us to a little Greek place to eat an amazing dinner in Dupont Circle and then to the Velvet Cupcake after for dessert to keep our mind off of things until we could take Jude home. They hung with us from probably 6-11 and made what would have been a completely ruined saturday night into a great night (minus one poor puppy dog). Finally the vet called and told us we could come get him, so they dropped us back at the vet and we took a drugged Jude home. Here’s what we got:
7 stitches and a relatively fixed weimaraner. You can kind of see from this picture how big the flap of skin was that exposed the muscle. ugh. Not pictured is the huge cone he has to wear around his neck so he doesn’t mess with the wound. He whined most of the night from stress and the discomfort (probably mostly from the cone really). Jonathan slept with him on the floor most of the night to keep him calm and so he would sleep….so sad and sweet. Thankfully it’s Sunday and Jonathan and I are able to stay most of the first day of recovery with him at home so he won’t have to wear it much, but the coming two weeks are NOT going to be fun. No dog park, no ball chasing, no good sleeps b/c of the cone. Bum. However, we are so thankful that he wasn’t hurt worse and that God provided us with some great new friends to bring joy to a miserable situation. The community here has proven to be an amazing blessing. We even woke up to see that our car had a little note on it from another weim owner we spend time at the dog park with. Turns out he had searched for our car (he walked his dog with jude over to our car to keep jude distracted during all the drama when we picked jude up and gave him his dog’s toy for the ride) to put a note with his phone number asking us to please call and let us know how Jude was doing—“love Bill and Micah” (micah being the weim friend) There are no people in the world as wonderful as dog people :)