The Hobgoblin, or Paisley's Displaced Fracture

Jason went away for a few days this week. He got back Thursday evening and Paisley was super excited to see him. She did her typical, "I'm a puppy and therefore I am going to run around this house like a maniac, and jump on all of the furniture" thing. She jumped up onto the couch and back on the floor. She jumped up onto the couch again and upon landing we heard the worst sound in the world. Terrible, painful crying from our little puppy. She hovered in the corner with her tail between her legs, crying and whining. We held her and kissed her and put her up on her feet, but noticed that she was holding up her back paw. She hobbled around, unsure of what was going on, and we were of course freaking out.

It didn't get any better, so we took her to the Pet ER (our vet had already closed for the evening). The doctor said that she had badly hurt her back knee, but didn't know how badly. We took her to our vet yesterday and the doc said she had a displaced fracture. She splinted Paisley's little leg, and we have to keep it on her for at least 4 weeks, with weekly visits to the vet.

It's very sad to see her like this. She can't play a lot, she can't hop up on the sofa to cuddle, she can't play in the backyard. She has trouble sitting, laying down, and going to the bathroom. I'm just very sad for her right now. Last night right before bed, Jason said "I just love that little puppy so much." That makes two of us.

the splint of dooooooooooom!

this is the best "woah is me" picture ever, no?