It never fails, everytime Cubbie stays with my parents, something happens.
This past weekend, I was going to be busy with UNI Homecoming and taking a trip to Osborne Heritage Days, so my parents were nice enough to watch Cubster for Saturday and part of Sunday.
As soon as we got to my parent’s house, my mom said she had something to tell me. The funny part, I had called not too long before to let her know we were on our way, and of course I was told Cubbie was fine. (My mom says she’s learned it’s better to give me the bad news in person so I don’t stress out. I’m not sure I agree).
Immediately, I notice something different because Cubbie doesn’t come running to the door the minute we walk in. He also doesn’t jump up on me, which he always does when he’s excited to see me.
Well, earlier in the day Cubbie got an injury. My parents aren’t exactly sure how it happened, but they’re re-doing the back deck, so it’s a construction zone. I guess Cubbie ran out the back door, and the next thing my mom heard was a yelp. He cut his back leg on either a nail or a piece of wood or something on the unfinished deck.
Mom says he was bleeding so she cleaned it up, and she didn’t think it was deep enough for stitches.
By the time I got there he was limping around and refused to jump. I had to lift him on the couch and carry him around. He was probably in pain, but more than anything he just looked sad. I felt so badly for him!
As usual, I was worried about Cubbie, but thought I would give him until Monday to see if I needed to take him to the vet.
For that night he still didn’t run or jump around, but thankfully the next morning he went running out the door. It didn’t even seem to phase him! So thankfully, the cut is scabbing up nicely and he’s back to his usual, hyperactive self.
Posted under Cubbie stories
This post was written by dwagner on October 13, 2011
I was talking to him recently, and he said his goal was to teach her as many words as possible.