Another kick in the teeth

I galloped the Honcho Classic dog yesterday afternoon and on him pulling up it was obvious that something serious had gone amiss. He wouldn't put his front left foot to the ground and his wrist was starting to swell like a balloon. I got him back to the kennels and ran it under the cold water tap to try and control the swelling. It was obvious to me that he had either broken a bone in his wrist or fractured the wrist.

I jumped into the van and took him straight down the road to Brian Jones. The diagnosis was as I thought, a fracture of the wrist and serious damage to the ligaments around it. On Brian's advice Johnny was pts. The injury would never have healed properly and Johnny would never have made a pet as he was very nervous and had a tendency to snap at strangers. He was a hard dog to work with but nether the less one who we were very fond of. Colette was very upset when I came home on my own and it was a quiet house last night. He was only 14 months and unfortunately we will never know what he could have become.

RIP Johnny