Last Saturday we drove up to our cabin to do a little clean up after the framers. We got out of the truck and went inside the cabin to see how it was coming along. Scott had climbed up into the loft and was helping the boys climb up. All of a sudden he looks down onto the main floor and sees our dog Andi, bolt across the main floor and scramble up and out one of the windows. Presumably to chase after a squirrel.
The problem is, she didn't think about how far the drop was on the other side. She dropped about 10 feet onto rocky ground. Not a peep did she make. She turned around and then Scott got a glimpse of her leg. It was dangling where it shouldn't be dangling.
I ran down to see if she was o.k. and confirmed what Scott saw from above. Not only had she broken her leg, she had snapped it clean. Gross.
We've been here before. Except it was an arm on a human. These are not good things to look at. Note to self: We need a really good first aid kit at the cabin.
Scott picked her up and carried her to the truck. We then attempted to make a splint out of cut up pieces of construction wood and strips of Bennett's t-shirt. Luckily we have cell phone reception up there, so I started calling down to Spanish Fork to see if I could find a vet that is open on a Saturday.
After one rejection, I found a vet in Payson that would see her. I left Scott and the boys and took Bennett with me and headed back down the canyon.
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Our makeshift splint |
She is back home now and recovering and our bank account just got a little smaller.