Curt is Chicago native - but don't hold that against him. After stops in Madison and California, he moved to Waukesha in 2004 to open a downtown business.
It had the potential to be a great day…
My wife and I arrived at the Minooka Dog Park early Sunday morning with donuts, hot coffee, and a dog in desperate need of exercise.
Eddie, our 5 year old Fox Terrier, had been cooped up in the house all week and was raring to go. He could barley contain himself in the car on the ride over.
Once inside the park, he paused to lighten his load a bit, and then tore down the hill toward the pond where he met up with a pack of muddy dogs.
It was absolute melee from there.
Muddy dogs were running in all directions and as Ed made his third pass through the pond, I swore I saw what seemed to be a huge smile on his furry little face.
As all seemed well in the world of Ed, I relaxed and sipped my coffee.
However, my contentment was soon disrupted when I heard cries from a dog in pain.
The pack had stopped running now, and they all had gathered around the wounded dog as if concerned over his well being. As we approached the group, I was devastated to see that it was Ed that was crying.
A brief inspection revealed a viscous bite on Eddie’s right side, just past his shoulder.
Someone in the pack didn’t know how to play well with others.
Ed winced in pain as I picked him up and carried him to the car. We wrapped him in a towel and took him to the 24 hour emergency vet.
One could now say that our beautiful Sunday morning had taken a horrible turn for the worse. After all, my best friend had a quarter size hole in his side and was trembling on my lap, complements of a dog that doesn’t belong at a dog park.
And believe me, I was less than pleased upon our arrival to the vet, knowing that someone else’s irresponsibility not only put my dog’s life at risk, but was also going to put a major dent in my wallet as well.
This was my third time at the Waukesha Emergency Vet in the four years we have lived here. It was Eddie’s first. And I have to say that they are the nicest people there- always friendly, always caring.
They saw to Ed’s wound quickly and we found ourselves a seat in the lobby.
A horrible Sunday?
As I looked around the waiting area, I didn’t see many happy faces.
Eventually the silence in the room was broken by a couple sitting across from us. They asked about Ed’s injury and then we briefly discussed their reasons for being at the vet.
Turns out their dog had lost use of his back legs.
Another woman came in with a little terrier who was acting lethargic (a lethargic terrier is a rare sight indeed). After a brief check up, it was determined he had eaten rat poison.
We then spoke with a lady whose dog may have contracted Lyme’s disease.
Following that, another couple came in to check on the status of their dog. While my wife and I were outside getting a breath of fresh air, we saw them leaving- without their dog.
Before entering their car, they broke down in tears.
Our Sunday morning was not nearly as tragic as these folk’s.
And after an agonizing hour in the waiting room, I heard the sound of Ed’s collar as he walked down the hallway.
It was music to my ears!
He had six stitches, a drain tube, and was a little woozy from the sedative, but he was going home with us, with a healthy prognosis from the doctor.
In seven to ten days, he should be as good as new.
We said our goodbyes to the others in the waiting room, and as we walked out, we passed a golden retriever on the way in.
He had a fishing line hanging out his mouth. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you where the fishing lure was.
It looked like it was going to be a busy Sunday at the Waukesha Emergency Vet.