Well, I guess am healed enough to get this off my chest. I have come thru the worst trauma of my life.
It all started on day a few months ago when everything was good….all 4 of us were laying around, chewing on sticks and well, doing just about what we always do…laying around…when, this wild gang of roving escapees showed up at our door.
Mom got the brilliant idea to help them find their way back home…there were two of them to be exact (does that qualify as a gang? or maybe a two pack?) there was a big one and the other I call Shortie, looked like someone sawed his legs in half! They were sniffing around the front of our house all morning…Mom was working in the office and very distracted by them so she took me out to pee and see what was going on. They came over friendly enough, we smelled butts, the usual stuff, and then they ran away.
I came in and went back to my bear rug. They came back. Mom brought them into the screen room and read the big one’s tag. She called the vet and they gave her his address. She was in the process of getting a leash to return that one to confinement when the rest of us heard them barking on the other side of our front door.
Well, we all were incensed that these scoundrels were that close to our carefully guarded den and all four of us, Skipper ( my main squeeze and mother of my pups) and Maui and Buoy all started giving them what for by barking, yipping, growling ” Get away from our territory! Can’t you tell we peed here and that means this is our turf?”
We worked ourselves up into such a frenzy, I don’t remember a lot after that….everything is kinda fuzzy like it happened in …s l o w.. m o t i o n… Next thing I remember was Lisa and Mom yelling at us! I mean really yelling very loud. I came to my senses a little and realized I had my son’s muzzle in my mouth…and he was furiously biting my face! What???? How did this happen? A moment ago it was us against them….not against each other!
Next thing I know Mom is yelling at Lisa while she is running towards us ” Pick them up! Throw them in the pool!”
What?? I didn’t want to go into the pool! Buoy my son must have also heard this and I don’t think he wanted to go into the pool either so we both let go of each other at the same time……..That’s when it hit me….Mom started saying “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!”
She put me on the porch table and asked Lisa to look at my eye. She actually asked her if it looked like it was hanging out!
I was still in shock…Mom and Lisa started rushing around, mom put me in my box and was yelling to Lisa to get the keys…they opened the door and the two hoodlums came running into our house. Mom was upset trying to get me to the vet while chasing these two creeps around our house trying to get them out.
Finally, she got them out and we sped to the Mcabee clinic. Mom was trying not to throw up, and I could see with my one good eye that Lisa was visibly upset but trying to make my mom feel ok. She did really good but I knew she was upset too….”It must be real bad”, I thought even though they keep telling me, “you are Ok Pirate, You are ok!
As soon as we hit the vet doors I forgot about my eye, I smelt that familiar vet smell…that’s when I started shaking… Mom kept telling me I was going to be ok but she couldn’t look at me.
Within minutes, they put me in a small room. A guy came out and said “OH!” when he looked at me. He ran and got the vet right away. I think her name was Dr. Seelhoff or something. She was nice. She did not seem to be upset at all! She was calm and acted like I was normal….at last she wasn’t trying to hold back vomiting like mom was.
She told mom that this stuff happens all the time, and she has seen this many times and knew exactly what to do. She said she would need to rush me back to surgery in order to try to save my eye. She said they would put it back in, sew it shut for a few weeks….
“What???? Sew my eye shut?”
And after about 3/4 weeks she’d take the stitches out and see if I could see…Well, it was tough at first only using one eye. They put this big plastic cone around my head and drugged me for about a week. I was afraid to even take one step, but with Mom and Dad’s help they coaxed me and carried me a lot. Within a week I was soon running everywhere, but couldn’t help notice Mom telling everyone how crooked I was running. I guess because I had to turn my head back and forth to see where I was going with the good eye (Left) it made me look kinda like a snake when I ran,
Oh yea, I remember just before going back to surgery when the doc had me in her left arm, she asked mom what my name was…..Mom told her “ Pirate”….The doc burst out laughing! (I think that was uncalled for considering my condition…nothing to laugh at!) She asked mom,
“No what is his REAL name?”
Mom said. “PIRATE!”
The Doc then quickly apologized saying she thought mom was kidding. Then…Mom started laughing! Can you believe it? Here I am waiting for who knows what and they are laughing!
Anyway, Mom told the doc that it was ok and she appreciated the brief moment of humor over my name being Pirate and having one eye or something I still don’t understand, but I saw mom was feeling a bit better so I guess it was ok.
Several weeks later, they took the stitches out and “Praise God! I could see!” Mom’s and everyone else’s prayers must have worked! (I heard her asking everyone to pray that I would be able to keep my eye and see again)
I have full vision and Mom and Dad said I even look better. They said they can’t even see the scar or anything…Life is good…except…
I miss my son Buoy, ever since this happened, Mom and Dad won’t let us play anymore. One of us always has to be locked up or separated. So we get to see each other through the cage doors…..and don’t tell mom but sometimes whoever is out of the cage lifts his leg and pees on it right through the door…..she would get mad, but that’s is a special ritual we have with each other…….Father son stuff you probably wouldn’t understand……
Life is good, don’t know if we will ever play together ever again, but who cares…I have 2 eyes!
Oh by the way, if anyone reading this can fill me in on something I don’t understand…..There is this joke going around my family…..about my name……They say my name fits and I have true Pirate tendencies…. I sit on shoulders. (that’s where my nickname Parrot Dog comes from) They accuse me of raping Skipper…. pillaging everyone’s bones and toys , and now this one eye thing………Mom said things come in 3’s and from now on I should be ok….then dad throws in this one thing…”PEGLEG!”