Quote Originally Posted by borzoimom
Applesmom story of her back flip prompted me to post my leg situation.
I had my bag packed for my trip to NY to get my long awaited borzoi pup for days. The car ready- the cage to transport, and couldnt sleep the night before I left. I had a 8 hour trip in 6 hours ( don't ask... lol) to arrive to the most beautiful set up I ever saw in my life. As my breeder said opening the gate as a litter comes rushing at me- with a giggle she says " tell me which one is yours picked to show as pick of the litter.." All looked the same, but I recognized the face- IT WAS ZUBIN... I spent the whole day with him and his litter mate- stayed the night at her house as she was also having a dinner party, meanwhile- nice party or not- I wanted to get my boy home. The 8 hour trip back turned into 10 with a lock up accident on a major highway- but I didnt care.. Arriving at home later than expected, we introduced the pup to Hottie and Femka. Hottie giving a sniff- okay fine- I do not know what that is, but its too big to chase ( "whew my mind though") and we retired for the night after hours of playing with him and making the other two feel they were not replaced, and having a puppy was fun.
The next morning- rain.. all day with a puppy with going outside. Finally about 4pm it finally stopped and as I took him out on a leash I wanted to show him the parimeter of the yard- walking in tennis shoes, I started down the " hang gliding ramp" ( yes- that is what it was used for by the previous owner" . Being pulled slightly, my feet went out from under me. My left leg going faster, until the foot caught a rock but the leg kept going.. I felt and heard a sickening "SNAP"... My husband starts yelling are you okay- are you okay, as I rolled over in blinding pain.. My husband comes flying down the hill. falling too but got to me- and I kept saying " grab the puppy GRAB THE PUPPY" holding on to the leash with all the my might in blinding pain. Darrell grabs the leash- saying " can you get up???" - last thing I remember was " I am calling the rescue squad, and he and zubin left. Maybe just a matter of seconds, not sure, but I woke up- then looked around- no one in the yard, and we have bears.. I tried to stand and almost blacked out- bag this I muttered- I am crawling- looking over my shoulder left and right for a bear, confused where my husband went, I started crawling up the ramp. .. lol.. ( I must have looked a sight to a bear..) Using my fingernails to grip the dirt finally I made it to the flat at the concrete porch and that is when the craling hurt with every movement and flinch feeling like daggers.. My husband opened the door, and pulled me to my feet- " where is the puppy??" he starts to laugh- he is in the house but you are NOT!".. anyway- doctor at the hospital said " you broke your fibula in half but repaired in surgery but first we need to get the swelling down as the ankle is badly sprained as well. A week later, expecting a 2-4 inch plate and like 3-4 screws, I woke up with a " the bone was broken more than we expected so we put a 6.5 inche plate with 14 screws and two screws in the ankel.. ( I was in a wheel chair for 3 weeks..) However- my new puppy, one I waited for months to get, learned wheel chairs and walkers were second nature to him, and 6 months later became a therapy dog.... lol..
I love your doggie pics!