Virginia was walking one of the dogs one night when she heard a buzzing and then was stung by a wasp. (Well, our pest control guy saw a selfie of the wound and thought it was a paper wasp. Hmm. How many guys have their clients sending them closeups of bug bites on their chests?)
Then, she got stung again. Wasps are not nocturnal so I’m really wondering what she’s doing to piss them off.
So, then she walks the dog in the middle of the night for a third time, and heard the buzzing again, so she jumped aside. This was the same jump she used to not step on Ripley, just different ankle. Another strained tendon, another boot.
The suspect was probably a June bug. They don’t bite.
Ripley, one of our dogs, had back problems. He could have been partially paralyzed, so serious back problems. After his vet had put the kids through college repairing Ripley!s back, she told us about a permanent fix. So, after two operations, there was an operation that would have prevented the two operations.
Of course, the surgery was available in Oklahoma, at the OSU veterinary school.
So, Virginia and I packed Ripley up, and drove to Stillwater. Lovely Stillwater.
The night before Ripley went under the knife, we had to take him for a pre-surgery check. Virginia was walking him on a leash, and he stopped short. Now, normal people wouldn’t be walking right next to a dog. Normal people would probably trip over the dog and cuss. Virginia didn’t want to hurt Ripley’s back, so she jumped aside, and ruptured her Achilles.
I tried to get the vet to put her down but he wouldn’t listen.
Ripley survived surgery. Virginia had surgery years later.
She still can’t jump.