On Wednesday one of my pups got hurt while playing at the dog park. He was running with the pack when he tumbled. He got up but just sat there. I called him over to where I was standing and he started hopping on three legs. My job is like being a nanny with a higher risk of injuries. I love my clients as much as my own dogs that's why I call them all "my pups". When I saw him limping my heart just sunk in my pants. When I called his mom she told me not worry it's just Charlie, a dog who would manage to get bit by a fish on dry land. I packed up the dogs and took him to the vet. I had to leave him there while finishing up with my other dogs. After my last drop off I went back to the vet where I waited another 2 hours 'til he was done. He looked miserable (might have been the doggy valium he was on). Now, this is a dog who injured his toe while running on the beach, got lost on the tarmac while being sedated in his crate and found 3 days later near the airport, bit by a Pitbull and tor his ligaments in the knee Wednesday while playing with his friends... and all this happended in the past 6 month. The vet should give him a preferred customer card.
After dropping him of after the vet I felt kind of somber. I could never work with injured pets, it just breaks my heart. When I finally made it home after a 12 hour day I just plopped on my sofa telling myself everything will be fine, don't worry it's JUST Charlie ;-)