I had a wreck four years ago. My injuries included a total of three fractures to the right side of my pelvis, shattered right side of tailbone, and cracked my third lombar. As a result Dr Darby Webb became my Orthapedic surgeon. In the begining I spent 11 days at the hospitals having a surgery to repair my injuries, and recovering untill I was able to be moved to a care center for 3 weeks. Another 7 months went by and I was getting close to being able to come off my crutches and start using my right leg again. It was abouit this point where Dr Webb started suggesting I get a dog. For exercise so that when I got off of the crutches I would help my mucles recover more quickly. Even when I would remind the doctor that I was not over my prior dog that I raised and owned for 11 years untill she died of old age, Dr Webb would still bring up the idea of getting a dog. About a week after getting off of my crutches, a young couple I was friends with, called while on the road. Apparently a through a grapevine of their friends they need to go pick up a puppy that they had heard was being kept in a closet. The puppy was 14 weeks old and had been taken from her mother to the humane society where she was adopted to a couple conected to the "grapevine" When they couldn't keep her they gave her so some friend with a four year old boy. They decided the a puppy and a child were a little more than they could handle and was keeping the little pup in a closet for at least the four days before the people who adopted her from the humane society found out and sent my friends to get her. They then went and picked her up, bathed here, bought her a collar and called me looking for someone to at least foster her till a home could be found. I agreed sure this was a bad idea. I kept her one nite and she did not want to be anywhere but next to me. She was definenlty a very confused and scared little thing. The next morning I decided I would give her a home. With this in mind potty training started and while sprinting across the room to grab her to hurry her outside I stubbed my toe and nearly fell. I hopped to the grass put the pup down and sat down to check out my toe. The pup walked over and started sniffing the wound.then licked it as if to say sorry. I scratched her ears and said, "you gonna send Dr. Webb some extra business if I you don't learn to go outside." That is how Darb got her name. Earlier this summer I took Darby to a play date to see an old friend of mine and meet her brand new puppy. While playing Darb broke a claw all the way down to the quick and was bleeding. So, we went home. My friend was a veterinary tech and told me it looks worse than it is. Give Darby the chance to take care of it herself but if she doesn't take her to a vet. I ended up taking her to a vet and when we got home I snapped the shot of her wounded foot.
