It all started when I bought a dog. He is an Italian Greyhound and his name was Baccie. (I changed it to Riley because what the fuck is a Bacci?) Anyways, I brought him home Friday night and snuggled up close to me and slept in the bed. The next morning I woke up and took him out to the living room with me. Being a cute puppy, he was begging for me to pick him up and put him onto the couch...so I did.
Then what happens? He got excited and started tugging on my bathrobe. I played back and he started getting super hyper and excited. He took a wrong step on a loose cushion, lost his balance, fell off the couch. and broke his leg!!! I heard it snap and him yelp and my heart sunk. I broke down into tears.
I quickly got dressed one handed with him in the other and rushed to the vet. The local vet treated me rudely and didn't give a damn about my situation it seemed. She told me it was going to cost up to $2500 to get him properly treated. Of course they didn't have the equipment because they're fucking dickhead dope-wads who manage fleas and vaccinations and shit.
I got a second opinion blah blah blah. Same thing as the first vet. So anyways, I ended up taking him to Kansas State Veterinary Teaching School for surgery. They put in a titanium plate and I had to leave him there for two days!
Poor Little Guy :[
