Things are pretty fucked right now.
On sunday, my dog Alfred escaped. not an odd thing for him. He does it all too often.
He was running round up the street, presumably to the fields where he chases hares. For some reason he tried to jump over a wrought iron gate. He didn't quite make it, he implaed himself on a blunted spike and hung until somebody found him and lifted him off. Whoever it was who rescued him went to phone a vet, and during this time Alfred managed to get to his feet and run away down the fields. He lost a lot of blood, i'd guess a couple of pints. The street needed hosing down, and there was a trail of blood that went about 100 metres before ending at what i presume to be be two blood clots. About a dozen of us searched for four or five hours and couldn't find any signs of him. I ended up giving a farmer my phone number and asking him to phone if he saw anything.
That night i'd come to believe he'd collapsed in the rape seed or something and we wouldn't see him alive again.
On monday, more or less 24 hours after the original incident i got a phone call from the farmer. He said he'd just seen Alfred run accross his yard and behind one of the farm buildings. I set off straight away, in the rain, to the farm to see if i could track him down. When i got there, somebody pointed me in the direction they saw him go. He was lying in a pile of leaves in a sort of barn thing. I'm presuming he was in shock and dehydrated from the hot weather. We managed to get him to stand up and walk to a van. He didn't look as bad as we were expecting, the wound was right next to his peen and didn't look to have damaged any vital organs.
Once we got him home, i figured it'd probably be best to give him milk with a little sugar in, to replace the blood he lost. He drank up about a pint of it and managed to get some sleep in a comfortable bed, while my mam went about organising getting him to the vets. It was too late last night, so we took him in this afternoon. The vet said the wound was infected, took blood samples and shit and gave us some antibiotics to give him.
A few hours ago he was crying, so i took him down the garden to see if he needed to piss or anything. The poor sod kept tripping over the stones and could barely cock his leg up. He ended up pissing with his legs in a position that i supposed can only be described as half way through a stride, with his back legs as far apart as possible. I think he figured this was the only way he could piss without getting it on his legs.
When he got back in, he went to his bed and was ok for a while until he started crying again. He's been moaning and hyperventilating pretty badly, until he got up and fell asleep by my mums side. Now he's breathing pretty normally again.
The whole situation is pretty fucked up. He's 15 years old and he suffers when he runs too much. Now he's fighting infection and an open stab wound, i'm not even sure if he'll make the night.
I'm gonna end by saying how thankful i am to all the people who helped track him down and rescue him. I'm sorry i neglected him. If i walked him as much as i was supposed to, he wouldn't have to run away on his own. He wouldn't have injured himself, and a street full of people wouldn't have had to see such a disturbing scene.
