Poor Preacher....I probably shouldn't even post this, cuz i just know I"m going to get flamed for it, but I've stopped crying and shaking enough to type now!
Our house doesn't have a basement--too expensive to dig through the permafrost! We have a four foot crawl space accessed by a trap door in the utility room floor. Preacher never goes in that room! It's small and he has trouble turning around in it. Preacher is completely blind and that room is not part of his mind map of the house!
Earlier this afternoon, I was putting away some Christmas decorations--stored in the crawl space. Preacher was sleeping on his bed in the porch or I thought he was. Suddenly I heard a big crash.... PREACHER FELL IN THE CRAWL SPACE!!!!!
There are no stairs, no ladder ect. We jump down on to an old kitchen chair. Thank God for that chair. It broke Preacher's fall and saved him from the concrete floor. I found him sitting on the chair with a stunned "what the H**l was that?" look on his face.
Preacher was shaking like a leaf, but not a sound out of him. I am always amazed by how stoic he is. I gave him a quick once over in the crawl space and found nothing obviously broken and no bleeding. It took me about 10 minutes, although it seemed much longer, to get him out. He weighs 80 pounds and there is no one home but me today. I'm pretty sure I have pulled every muscle from my waist up.
Preacher is now back on his bed. I called my vet--who is not actually working for the clinic anymore, but who was kind enough to leave me a contact number. (He's opening his own place on February 1 and my crew is following him) On his advice, I gave Preacher one of Goldie's anti-inflammatories. I"m supposed to keep an eye on him and watch for any changes in his behavior. If he seems to change, I'll take him into the clininc and see one of the other vets. I knew I was tempting fate when I told the dogs to be good until Dr. Kim opens his own clinic! Right now Preacher seems fine--he's weightbearing on all his paws and not yelping when I move his legs or press on his muscles.
I am a bad momma...who is going to find a way to block that room off completely whenever the trap door has to be open.....
Please keep your paws crossed that my inattention doesn't lead to anything serious for Preacher--he's got enough problems without adding me to them!