Exposing a nerve – Trifecta Challenge

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A slow crack appeared in my composure and I let the emotion overwhelm me.  Tears flowed and the raw  feelings were exposed like nerves in a broken tooth.  To some she is just a dog, but to me she is family.  As she heals from her injury I will tend to her every need.  I will care for her and protect her just as she protects me.  Dogs are truly man’s best friend.

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Written for the Trifecta Challenge – This week we have a new set of guest judges.  Please help us welcome Mary Beth, Shreya and Yve.  They’ve got a big responsibility this week, and we are confident that they’re going to do an awesome job.

CRACK 1a : a loud roll or peal   b : a sudden sharp noise 2: a sharp witty remark : quip 3a : a narrow break : fissure      b : a narrow opening —used figuratively in phrases like fall through the cracks to describe one that has been improperly or inadvertently ignored or left out 4a : a weakness or flaw caused by decay, age, or deficiency :unsoundness   b : a broken tone of the voice   c : crackpot 5: moment, instant – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.By3O27Ol.dpuf

Trauma in the wee hours

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As I do every morning, I awoke to the smiling face of my dog and we began our morning routine.  Coffee in my hand, we went outside and our first sight was a ravaged bag of garbage that a raccoon had left strewn about my entrance way.  This piqued Callaway’s interest and she was eager to get off the deck and chase the over-sized vermin to defend her territory.

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Within moments of being in the bushes her cry pierced the morning and my heart began an incessant rapid beat that sent me into high alert.  I had assumed that the raccoon had performed some ninja moves and lacerated my dog’s face and I immediately threw on my running shoes and bounded off the deck, shovel in hand, ready to pummel the furry ninja with my weapon of choice.

I was ill-prepared for the gaping wound in her chest that was bleeding fairly profusely.  Callaway gingerly limped back to the deck and I noticed a 3/4 inch hole just above her left front leg.  She had run into a branch at top speed and the result had left her fairly immobile.  My First Aid training came flooding back and I applied pressure to stop the bleeding. After several calls to the answering service for the vet I created a makeshift bandage and lifted her 85 pound frame into the car for the hour-long journey to see the doctor.

The vet was remarkable.  He ushered her in immediately and assessed the wound.  Without being able to tell if the stick caused further damage, Dr. Jones made the time to examine her further and offered to keep her for the morning so they could stitch and dress the wound properly.  His colleague has also offered to have her as a passenger for the hour ride back to their local office where I can pick her up later.  It’s comforting to know that medical professionals have as much compassion and concern for my dog as I do.

I am back home now getting ready to go to work and am anxiously awaiting a call to find out the extent of the damage.  I miss her already but I know she is in good, caring hands and she will be home soon.