I'll start off by saying everything is well.
My husband Steve took Spike (our puppy) out for a walk tonight. They were running back to the house when Spike tripped Steve and Steve landed on Spike with his full weight. I'm inside, and I start hearing Spike screaming at the top of his lungs outside. I run to the door and see Steve laying on the ground and he yells "go help Spike". I run out, see Spike under the patio table with a lot of blood on the ground, in his mouth and coming out of his nose. I crawl under the table and try to comfort him and of course he tries to bite me. In the mean time, Steve struggles to his feet and hops over to the table (he has twisted his ankle), tells me to call the emergency vet right away.
I run inside, have the vet paged, get some wet and dry towels to wipe away the blood to see what is going on. I go to run outside as Steve is walking in the house carrying Spike. I put Sam in his kennel (didn't want the confusion), Steve sits on the floor with Spike and I hand him the towels. Phone rings its the vet asking what is happening. We hadn't looked at him very long but he is shaking, bleeding from his nose and mouth and making a gurgling sound. Vet says meet him in 10 minutes. We throw on coats, grab more towels and drive like crazy to the vets office (10 minutes away).
Full examination on Spike reveals a bloody nose and probably just banged up and bruised from the tumble. He gives him a pain reliever shot and sends us home. Spike is sleeping like a log in his kennel.
We come home, somewhat embarrassed by paging our vet for a bloody nose, but feeling better that Spike is OK. I give Steve a pain reliever as he is far more banged up than Spike and will be limping for a few days I suspect.
My husband Steve took Spike (our puppy) out for a walk tonight. They were running back to the house when Spike tripped Steve and Steve landed on Spike with his full weight. I'm inside, and I start hearing Spike screaming at the top of his lungs outside. I run to the door and see Steve laying on the ground and he yells "go help Spike". I run out, see Spike under the patio table with a lot of blood on the ground, in his mouth and coming out of his nose. I crawl under the table and try to comfort him and of course he tries to bite me. In the mean time, Steve struggles to his feet and hops over to the table (he has twisted his ankle), tells me to call the emergency vet right away.
I run inside, have the vet paged, get some wet and dry towels to wipe away the blood to see what is going on. I go to run outside as Steve is walking in the house carrying Spike. I put Sam in his kennel (didn't want the confusion), Steve sits on the floor with Spike and I hand him the towels. Phone rings its the vet asking what is happening. We hadn't looked at him very long but he is shaking, bleeding from his nose and mouth and making a gurgling sound. Vet says meet him in 10 minutes. We throw on coats, grab more towels and drive like crazy to the vets office (10 minutes away).
Full examination on Spike reveals a bloody nose and probably just banged up and bruised from the tumble. He gives him a pain reliever shot and sends us home. Spike is sleeping like a log in his kennel.
We come home, somewhat embarrassed by paging our vet for a bloody nose, but feeling better that Spike is OK. I give Steve a pain reliever as he is far more banged up than Spike and will be limping for a few days I suspect.