Note to loyal readers: the usual 0600 gun tech or culture post will not be presented today, due to a veterinary emergency. We meant to clean up the post we had half-drafted this morning, but Small Dog Mk II is pain guarding and on closer inspection appears to have an extra joint in his leg (as a dog diagnostician, we usually stick to malfunctioning firearms, but we’re calling it probable tib/fib fracture, until we can get pro eyes on and x-rays).
First noticed it at midnight. Didn’t hear a yelp or yip, but our best guess is he conducted a substandard PLF on his descent from the recliner after Chair Time last night (usually his favorite). We carried him up the stairs (not the usual drill) and down the stairs this morning (which is the usual drill).
The patient is sleeping quietly, waiting for Regular Vet to open in a little bit. We’ll see whether Regular Vet has this, or whether we’ll have to take him to Big City Referral Hospital for surgery. He’s going to hate this as the weather has been summery warm, his favorite for walks and chasing squirrels, chipmunks, turkeys, cats, and once, a fisher. (Yeah. Twice his size. You know how people are always telling you they got the smartest dog? We got the other one).
We regret the lack of a tech post this morning; normal scheduled posts resume at 1100 with an update of sorts on the US strike in Syria as seen by various participants and observers. We will keep you posted on the little guy’s progress, look for UPDATE below.
And from here on out, he always gets lifted up and set down, no matter how much he wants to jump.
We’re back from the vet, both of us, and as a dog diagnostician Your Humble Blogger really stinks… more like a dog hypochondriac. Injury is not a break, but a sprain from which SDMkII is already recovering.
But what about the “extra joint”? He’s double-jointed in the wrists, which gives him his weird dachshund stance, and the Dumbass Dog Diagnostician was misreading that.
** hangs up stethoscope in shame, sentences self to three remedial episodes of Dr Jeff **
Vet bill: $59. Paid with something approximating glee. By then he was scampering around, bugging an incredibly fluffy white Samoyed that was the doc’s next appointment. We didn’t disrupt the vet’s schedule, because her first appointment canceled. She did have a pretty good laugh at the expense of a dog and his worry-wart Hog(nose).
Coming home, hadn’t put down the garage door when we went out, and an immense grey patchy cat, possibly a Maine Coon, came rocketing out. On exiting the car, SDMkII, all pain-guarding forgotten, launched into Great White Hunter mode and didn’t come back until he had treed the cat. We believe the cat to be a neighbor’s cat gone astray, and would like to catch her for that reason (if it’s the right cat, she’s chipped) but SDMkII wants to catch her for another reason entirely, so odds are we won’t be seeing that cat again.
On the gripping hand, there will be cat pawprints on yesterday’s freshly painted airplane parts in Stall 3. Infernal beasts, both of them.
Small Dog Mk II is showing absolutely no signs of having been showing signs. We reckon too many vet shows on Animal Planet with Dr Blue, Dr Dee, Dr Jeff, or one of their fellow professionals looking at the camera, saying, “well, the injury was just too old, but dogs do fine on three legs,” springloads us in the go-to-the-vet position. It helps that our vet is right in town, a five minute drive away. (10 if it’s drop-off time at the middle school. Can’t the Snowflakes take the bus like we did? Apparently not, as the traffic jam of Audis, Beemers, Benzes, Lexuses (Lexi?) and other helicopter-mom conveyances demonstrates. No Bentleys or Maseratis — even here, those kids go to Phillips Exeter, where they get diddled by one of the teachers and arrive at Yarvard already screwed up for life).
Van’s Aircraft divides its construction plans into Sections, and the Sections have numbered pages. So while the Blogbrother has been buried starting what he swears is his Last IT Job And I Mean It This Time, we’ve tackled the parts prep and prestationing for Pages 21-02, -03, -04, -05 and -06. Parts prep involves removing protective plastic, sometimes tripping parts, deburring and countersinking and dimpling as needed, and generally making the parts fit to snap together and rivet permanently. There’s a rather fiddly bit of filing and fitting on Page 21-02, and the parts for -04 through -06 still need further prep, but we should be able to put on a burst of productivity.