poor puppy

Cooper broke his leg today. Poor puppy.

He just learned how to jump up on the bed and go up steps today and was very proud of himself. I didn't foresee where this was going or I could have easily prevented it by putting up a gate on the bedroom door but, as Dan keeps telling me, accidents happen. Still, I'm kicking myself.

I ran downstairs for a few seconds to check on laundry when I heard a thump and then screams. He must have followed Bentley onto the bed and was wrestling with him when he fell off the side, landing on his foreleg. Luckily Dan was available to drive us to the vet because the only thing that seemed to give Cooper pain relief was me holding his leg tight to his body. Jo-Ann sedated him and took x-rays. The news was as good as it could be under the circumstances. The break is in the middle of the top bone in his right front leg, thankfully not in a joint or growth plate. He didn't need surgery; the bone was reset when putting on the splint. It should heal in three weeks.

Cooper is already starting to walk around on it a bit. He is still sleepy but he wags and kisses when he's cuddled. Things could be a whole lot worse.

Bentley's breeder Daphne dropped off his sister Chloe and mom Ten this afternoon. She is going to a dog show out of town and we're looking after them for the weekend. Maybe Cooper can get his friends to sign his splint ; ) Can't you just picture it with little paw prints all over it?

(If you look at the picture closely you can see that Cooper is resting his broken leg on the penguin. How cute is that?)