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Now for my tale of a tail. Actually it is a couple of tails. When Shelley was a little girl, we had two Saint Bernards, they were Lady Annabelle of Dunkirk and Lady Pricscilla Innabratt. Belle and Prissy for short.
I got Belle because Sweet Man had said he just loved Saint Bernards and had had one as a drinking buddy in college.....and who didn't drink with some dogs in college, right? But that is another story all together. After only a few short months it was evident that Belle had some problems with her hips. We were so young, stupid and arrogant that we never even asked the breeder for anything, just fell in love with this adorable fuzz ball and brought her home to be our other little girl, Shelley being our first.
When we took her to the vet to have her neutered, he took x-rays. As he and Sweet Man looked at them, I saw both of these men crying. The vet had had a Saint with similar problems and lost it to the deformity. So there was never a question of whether or not we would get her operating on. We scheduled her surgery for right after the first of the year. In the meantime, because I am an idiot, soft headed fool, I started looking for another Saint, just in case Belle didn't make it. I didn't want the trauma for either Sweet Man or Shelley, who by this time were so in love with Belle.
The day after Christmas, I went to the other side of the mountains and found Prissy. Her Mom's name was Pearl of Placitas and her Dad was Alfonse Capone. So, she was a dog I couldn't refuse, right? Anyway, Belle was 10 months old, I had an 8 week old puppy and everyone I knew just shook their heads and thought I was nutz.
Belle loved the puppy. She would drag her by her hind leg to outside to go potty so "they" would not get in trouble so I never even had to house break the second dog. When Bell came home from her operation, her incision was from 6" up on one leg all the way through her torso and down the other leg. She was spayed and had the surgery to repair her dysplasia. She was a mass of stitches. The doctor said I would have to make her move because she would be in so much pain but I needed to get her to be active. I didn't have to do a thing. Prissy, now second in command, made Belle get up to go outside with her, to eat, and to let her nuzzle her and love her.
Priscilla and Annabelle (And yes they are ON the table and the photographer thought he had died and gone to slobber hell)
The vet said that he had never seen a dog with such horrible hip problems do so well after surgery and get over it so quickly. They were a match made in heaven. They loved each other and cared for each other all of their lives and I was very lucky to have had them in my life.
I will regale you with more tales of the tails in the next little bit. So many stories not enough time....have a super day my lovelies.