My Poodle’s Dislocated Hip: Week Two
Last week, our bouncy Goldendoodle Murray, bounced over my Diva Poodle Henrietta, and dislocated her hip. It was scary beyond words and meant a trip to the vet for an emergency procedure to put it back in place. The anesthesia was terrifying for me, but she made it through — twice — as she needed another procedure two days later to put it back in place.
We are now on week two of Henrietta’s recovery from the dislocated hip. She is off of her pain medication and is starting to feel better. She escaped from her carrier the other day when I left the room and left it unzipped. I was cooking dinner and heard someone drinking out of her water dish, turned around and saw it was Hen. I said, “What are you doing young lady?!” Okay, I shrieked and lunged toward her to get her off of her feet. She scrambled toward her carrier and tried to get back in — not a good idea.
Last night she was apparently bored of lying on the couch with us and she kept trying to pace and was whining. I eventually just set her
My Poodle’s Dislocated Hip: Week Two
I scooped her up, hugged her and calmed us both down. Back into the carrier with it zipped up she went. She’s starting to bark when Tim or I leave the house or the room and come back.
She still lets me carry her around the house — why wouldn’t she? It is her Poodle-given right to be carried and coddled, right?
Today is the first day she’s been out of the carrier and that I’ve just let her sleep on the office floor next to me since she got injured. I was going to put her in the bigger dog crate, with a blanket she loves, but she didn’t want anything to do with that. I am using the dog crate as a gate to keep her in and to keep Murray out.
In my office there isn’t anything she can jump on and off of, other than a futon, but I folded up the cushion and I don’t see her jumping onto bare metal springs. I think she is happy to be able to stretch out and it is so freaking hot in NY right now — high 80s/low 90s with high humidity. I feel better that she is not in a tiny carrier.
My wonderful veterinarian Dr. Neno and the staff Barre Animal hospital, warned me that Henrietta would be on restricted activity for some time in the future. We go back for a follow-up visit on Thursday and I will get new instructions. I imagine Hen will no longer be “allowed” to jump on and off the furniture, walk up stairs or jump on and off the bed. Now, to figure out how to keep her from jumping off the furniture.
A typical day in the life of Henrietta and Murray — pre-injury — was the two of them lying on the couch, looking out the window and barking frantically at either real or imagined threats. This barking sometimes involved jumping from the couch to run to the backroom in case the “threat” was there. I think the only way I can keep Henrietta from doing the jumping and running will be to keep her contained in my office — not a hardship for me.
At this point, she isn’t being left home alone. Nicholas babysat her one day. Alexa has babysat her a couple of days and Tim sits with her when I need to get out on a Sunday and browse the mall or go to meet a friend for coffee.
Am I looking at a life-changing event here? It seems like it. I could be wrong, as I am no veterinarian, but I believe that any jumping could cause Hen to re-injure herself and that’s not a chance I am willing to take. I will get a baby gate to keep her in the office and to let the cats be able to get in and out if they want. I’m not quite sure when I will feel comfortable enough to leave her home alone — even if she is locked in the office behind a baby gate.
As a pet parent, it’s a responsibility you have to be prepared to take on. Caring for your senior, injured Poodle. It’s one I am happy to do, even though it’s a pain at times.