Please remember Spring can be difficult times for our collies.
It was one year ago today that Brogan and Finnegan fell off the ice into the icy lake water and had to be rescued by the fire department. We were so lucky to only have had some minor hypothermia in Finn and minor cold burns to Brogan.
Please remember that the ice at this time of year isn’t safe for furries or humans!
It’s interesting that neither dog has ever gone toward the lake since. I wonder how much they remember. I know I still remember that horrible, sick feeling! – Dave, Julie, Brogan and Finnegan
This reminder prompted foster mom, Marian Ridge, to pass on this story about her recent experience with the Spring snow:
I was thinking of this story Thursday night, when Sam and I went through our own winter trauma! I had let old Sam, his daughter Emily and my Mackenzie out for an evening bathroom break. I went out 15 minutes later to get them, and Emily and Mackenzie came right in. I was a bit surprised because Sam usually is the first in — his hip is too crippled with arthritis to go very far (unless he forgets and tries to chase a vehicle). I called but he didn’t come, so I thought that he was just delaying because he had found something to investigate. I wasn’t too concerned until half an hour later when he still didn’t come in. I called and called but he didn’t come.
I went in and got a flashlight — I live on a small rural road surrounded by bush and there are no lights around. I walked up and down for about an hour, checking the shoulders and going up into the bush anytime that I saw disturbed piles of snow but I couldn’t find him. I would call and call and then wait to hear a bark, or his collar jingling or anything. I went about a mile north and then doubled back. I was starting to panic and imagine terrible things.
I doubled back to my driveway and I was going to come in and call the rescue but I decided to go south on the road, although it’s not a common direction for the dogs. I had just passed my neighbour’s driveway, when I thought that I saw some movement. I shone my flashlight over there and about 200 feet down her driveway partly behind a garage was Sam, stuck in a snowbank up to his shoulders.
I ran over calling to him. He must have struggled hard trying to get out for almost two hours. He had no energy left and he was frightened, and the driveway was just a sheet of ice. I dug him out with my hands and then started to walk him home with him leaning against my leg and my hand on his other side. It took 20 minutes to walk about 500 feet back home.
The poor old dear had no strength left but we made it up the few steps into my house. I gave him water and wrapped him in a blanket. He was so stiff and in pain the whole night, he woke me up crying every time he tried to lie down after standing up. I gave him an extra painkiller, then extra food and added extra foam to his bed. By Friday evening he was fine, but when we go out he’s being extra cautious..
It is terrifying when they can’t be found and this winter has brought so many hazards for senior dogs.
Read about Brogan and Finnegan’s mishap in the original article found in last May’s newsletter, here.