"Max! Watch where you are climbing! You need to pay attention!!" Then at about 6 feet he slipped and came crashing onto the cement. My jaw dropped. We both ran out and I took Max from Mark's arms. "Call 911!" I shouted as I held my baby boy and wrangled Madeleine from falling in the pool. He just screamed and grunted.
I was a mess. I was shaking, but trying to stay positive for Max. The paramedics arrived quickly and took him to the regional medical center.
Our poor baby.
We were discharged and got back to our Airstream shortly after midnight. We had him sleep on an ice pack and when he woke up we gave him some Advil.
In the morning he refused to walk, so we just let him have a Netflix and chill. By noon we really needed to see him walk. We moved him around in bed, had him put pressure on his legs, let him move around, he seemed fine.
A few hours later he was collecting Easter eggs and the next day he was back in the pool. Just no slide this time.
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We are together ALL THE TIME. We are always outside. The kids love dogs and it would be so perfect for them to have their own.
I was looking around and found a dog I was very interested in. A sweet black and white lab. I saw that they would be at an adoption event on Saturday, so we decided to go look. When we arrived a different adoption center was there and the other group hadn't arrived. I was immediately drawn to this sweet pup.
"Excuse me? Could you repeat that?" I had no idea what the young girl had said.
She stood up from behind a crate where she was organizing paperwork "that's She-Bubba, she is the sweetest dog"
Well, I was here to see a different dog, but...wow. SheBubba looked like a sweetheart.
"Would you like to take her for a walk around the store?"
Sure, it was just a walk. The kids ran around and Mark's face got a little stressed.
She was a lot of dog and strong.
Hmm, Australian Shepards are apparently great family dogs.
She's 2, spayed, up-to-date on shots and her adoption fee is $25.
Well, we still want to meet Gordo.
When we returned, the SPCA had arrived. I walked in and there was Gordo. Poor guy was just shaking in his cage. I walked up to him and reassured him. He calmed right down. Then started shaking like crazy when Max hopped over. Poor Gordo. He isn't the right dog. I started asking the woman about She-Bubba, even though she was with a different shelter. She knew who we were and about our situation from an application I had filled out.
She was so kind and walked over to Shebubba with us and was immediately sold. The dog had such a sweet disposition and "you can tell how smart she is by looking in her eyes", she commented.
In the meantime Mark was on the phone with a friend from home. He didn't even get a chance to object before I signed the paperwork.
"Is it bad luck to change a dog's name?" I asked the volunteers.
They just laughed "Nope! And we hope you do!"
Ha. Well we need an "M", Max was running around with a Darth Vader dog toy, I had been toying with the name Millie... That's it, Millennium Falcon, Millie for short.
It has only been a few days, but she is part of the family. She has responded beautifully to training and is extremely obedient. She does well in the truck, and is very patient with the kids.
Millie, girl, we are so excited you have come into our lives.