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Audrey_L : Canine Collision
Diary entry posted Sun 8:17pm 20 February 2011

February 1, 2011 was a gorgeous day here in NC and I headed outside with my 2 Fur-kids for a romp in the yard. Abby is my 45 pound graceful Standard poodle with a ‘whose better than me?' trot. She floats through the grass like a gazelle and is always alert and poised. She is like a ballerina in a dogs body and very striking. Rocky is my husbands 130 pound drool flying, tongue flapping, "Wahoo… look what I have.. a STICK! rottweiler. Don’t get me wrong Rocky is striking as well but in a Mike Tyson sort of way. My husband and I love them both dearly. After an hour of fetch and chase I called the dogs to go home. Rocky eagerly started to jog toward me while Abby stood her ground mulling it over and I can clearly remember feeling blessed that Rocky is not one of those reckless out of control dogs that would run me down as I turned my back to him and headed for the house. The next thing I know I am laying on my back with Rocky pinned underneath me and my right leg pinned underneath him. I heard the snap when I was in mid fall and I knew one of us broke something. For a moment, we both laid there dazed and confused than Rocky erupted into a spastic movement of paws and panic and waves of pain shot through my right leg. As I rolled and writhed on the ground Rocky and Abby sat off in the distance trying to understand the situation. I sat up and regained my composure and assessed the damage to my leg. I was pleased there were no bones visible but dismayed at the odd angle of my foot in comparison to my ankle. Rocky took this as an invitation to approach. His big brown eyes spoke to me of how sorry he felt as he attempted to gently lick my face. For a moment I felt comforted and moved by how he seemed to understand I was hurt then he stepped on my right ankle sending shockwaves of pain through me. Screaming and smacking I managed to push him to the side where he stood looking stressed and unsure of how to proceed. The dogs held each others gaze for a moment in a private conversation of lets stay far from her! Satisfied that they both would keep their distance at this point I took the house phone from my pocket( my mother raised me to always be prepared!) and started to dial 911. Rocky in one last attempt to say he was sorry inched closer and playfully swatted at me with his enormous paw. I wish I could put into words how I felt within that next moment when his paw hit the phone and sent it sailing from my hands to about 6 feet from me in the grass. I tried to crawl to the phone but the pain in my right ankle/calf was so severe I could not move and did not want to do further damage to my already swollen and discolored limb. I laid back on the ground staring at the sky wondering how long It would take for someone to come looking for me when there was a peppering of dirt raining upon my face. Abby had ripped grass from the ground and was shaking its roots wildly above my head. You know how people have AHA! moments.....this was my WHY? moment. "I need the phone!" I yelled pointing to the cordless portal to civilization that lay taunting in the grass. " Not dirt!!..not grass!!." Abby took a step back with an indignant expression, sat and looked around and then did the most astonishing thing..she brought me the phone! Did I mention she is MY dog and the Mack truck that ran into me is my husbands? After a brief call to my husband, my neighbor and 911 I had more help than you can imagine in about 20 minutes. People stood around me discussing super bowl menus and the warmer weather. My dogs were brought into the house and I was loaded onto the stretcher. As the paramedics rolled me to the waiting ambulance I saw my dogs sitting inside the front glass door. Rocky’ head was lowered, shoulders slumped and his tongue hung out of his mouth. Abby sat poised and with perfect posture right beside him. An ambulance ride, xrays and a confirmed fractured ankle landed me in a temporary splint that was not very supportive as I could feel the bones moving from within every time I hopped to the ladies room and back. An orthopedic surgeon had in me in surgery 3 days later. I had an Open Reduction Internal fixation of the right ankle due to a Fibula fracture and injury to my ankle that was so severe I was told surgery was not a choice but a necessity. Six screws and a metal plate were used and my incision line was stapled. I went home with a plaster splint that allows for swelling and 8 days later the splint and staples were removed. I was placed in a walking boot with no cast!! however I am only allowed to toe touch and I still have to use crutches. The first day after they removed my splint my foot burned terrible from renewed circulation but
that only lasted a day. At this point I am 17 days post surgery.



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