I always knew he was tough - my big man. He has never backed down from a rumble (in which he defends against an offence, it's important to point out) and remains undefeated in his battles.
Just recently he chased off another impertenent who dared puff out his chest. And this, one day after the event.
The event? I hear (someone - it might be just me playing devil's advocate, a means I use regularly to gain objectivity in all things...) ask.
Well, Scoob got hit by a car 3 nights ago. And when I say hit, I mean, SLAMMED! Front and centre. Virtually to the inch, the bumper of the vehicle right where the number plate lies, impacted with the left side of the his body at about 60kph.
He disappeared under the vehicle which, I must add, didn't slow down; no flash of brake lights, no change in engine pitch, just the dull thud of impact as it flattened Scoob in an instant.
A millisecond later the car sped on and revealed Scoob, who immediately sprung to his feet and bolted back towards home (thoroughly freaked out I'd imagine).
So off I went after him, noticing immediately that he was running perfectly well, therefore he mustn't have broken any legs. Of course, adrenalin, that most addictive of natural chemicals, could explain that but still, he was running fluently and so far he hadn't uttered a sound of pain or distress.
Nevertheless, internal injuries are, perhaps more so even, life-threatening so off I puffed (*damn you Winnie Blue!).
We arrived, (myself and Mutley, who at this point was feeling a tad ripped off at the "half-walk") to find Scoob on the back porch, panting away, but otherwise, to the naked eye unharmed, save for a skinned "elbow" of his front right leg.
Which he has proceeded to periodically over the days since zero hour lick clean. It's healing up very nicely. (Canine saliva - for canines - is like penicillin for dogs, a magic substance that appears to cure all ills).
So anyway...a note about the driver of the vehicle. As I have said, the vehicle didn't alter speed in any way. It was almost like she (bear with me) didn't realise she had hit anything at all; probably thought it was a bottle, or stone or something. An incorrect assumption no doubt facilitated by the loud "doof doof" music and the excitable jabbering to her bestest friend on the other end of her 25 megapixel superduper mobile phone.
I say she, because it was a "girl's" car (you know what I mean - one of those wee small gay looking cars in which hoards of teenage/young girls zip around like they're trying to kill themselves). It had the green "P" plate signifying the driver's inexperience too.
Scoob himself I've decided is partly to blame for stepping out in front of the car but he's only a dog, as they say so his responsibility is little.
Ultimately it is myself who must bear the greater responsibility. I know that. And I'm thankful to the power that decided to merely teach me an invaluable lesson, rather than enduring a much more painful end. One more foot either way, another millisecond in time, and Scoob would've been crushed under the wheels (wonder would he driver have stopped then...). Hard as he appears to be, he surely would've died should this have happened.
I won't let this happen again.
My self-obsessed ramblings aside, this post is to announce Scoob's promotion. Henceforth he shall be known as Superdog (But he knows "Scoob" so when out it'll have to remain that if I want him to obey).
* Winnie Blue - colloquially altered name of Australia's most popular tobacco, apparently.
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Hey Missy.
As I was running back after him I was furiously thinking of any 24 hour vets in the area as I expected him to be found with broken legs or worse. And you can be assured if it was necessary I would have given my last dollar to heal him.
However, as I said in the post, save for the scuffed "elbow" there seemed to be no damage. I laid him on his side and checked his entire body from head to tail, applying pressure all down his ribs, spine, legs (front and back), head, ears, muzzle. Checked his teeth. Flexed his joints.
During which time he lay there (frankly wondering what was going on) and made no sign of distress. So I concluded no breakages.
Also as mentioned in the post, I was very aware of the possibility of internal injuries. He's been under close observation by yours truly since the event.
He does seem to have been effected by the collision in so far as he's somewhat subdued lately. I suspect a modicum of brain damage. Not "vegetable" damage - more a stunned shock as the brain works to repair itself after losing a few hundred thousand cells in the impact.
Rest assured, Missy, he is under close observation - and will be for some time - but currently he appears to be fine (and probably still thinking, "what the fuck was that??")
Thanks for your concern. I'll take a picture of the scuffed elbow (though it may be too late as he's been applying the "doggie penicillin since the night it happened).
Take care, Missy
Hey M. Thank God, Scoob is okay. By the way Im back. Hope you are happy and well. Deirdre.
Heyyy, D. Where'd y'get to? Good to see you again and thanks for the kind words re: Scoob. He seems to have recovered well; even the scuffed "elbow" is healing up well.
Take care, D; don't be a stranger.
M
What a relief to hear you're BOTH doing OK after such a fright!
If I was a religious person, I's say thank God but since I'm not I'll just thank the Great Alien for watching over him :)
Jayne :)
Such a fright indeed. To whomever or whatever was on his side, I'll be eternally grateful.
Go Superdog!
How is he doin now M?
He's doin' well, KB. Currently as I write, he's cleanin' the scuffed elbow (which is all but healed thanks to the aforementioned "magic" saliva).
Am thinkin' of gettin' him a cape with a big "S" on it!
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