A little update on Mags. She seems to be doing really well with her seizures. We are so grateful. Her legs are slowly getting back to normal, almost all the way now. She just has a little limp when she's really tired or starts jogging. We are so grateful and hope we've found the "sweet spot" on her medicine and we can get these under control.
For this post about Wednesday, if you get queasy, which I do, it's probably best not to look at the pictures, or just skip this all together. For some reason, because it's my "baby" I was able to not end up flat on the floor. Just saying...
Dallin got a call from our next door neighbor telling us that she's never heard a peep from Maggie, EVER, but could hear her like she was shrieking and it just sounded like pain. We were both at work and I was about to head into a meeting so
Dallin called his mom and she offered to go over and check on her with my sister-in-law. While I my meeting I get a text from Dal, "I'm heading home, call me when you're out of your meeting." My anxiety went through the ROOF. I knew something bad must have happened.

I called Dal after being completely useless in my meeting and he told me that Maggie had somehow got her jaw stuck in her crate. When she dislodged, she was bleeding and they couldn't tell from where. I guess she was stuck when Mary and Allie got there and they were trying to help her get unstuck and she got so excited that she just ripped her face out. My quick-thinking, RN of a sister-in-law grabs her and picks all 65 lbs. of her up and takes her upstairs and puts her in the bathtub so she doesn't get blood everywhere. All the while my angel mother-in-law is downstairs scrubbing blood off my walls and floor. I was mortified.

When
Dallin got home they'd got the bleeding under control and went to take her on a walk. As they went to put her leash on, it swung down and hit her in the face and opened everything back up and she started gushing blood again. Since
Dallin was in his work clothes, my sister-in-law AGAIN throws Maggie over her shoulder and hauls her upstairs to the bathtub, all the while getting blood all over her shirt, but making sure my carpet didn't have a drop on it.
They got the bleeding stopped again and
Dallin took a nap with Maggie. I'm sure she was exhausted from not being able to sleep all day because she was STUCK and panicky. The only theory we can come up with is that she

went sideways to chew on the vertical pole of the crate and tried to get out but her bottom teeth are so long that she was stuck and turned her head and got herself lodged. Some fluke thing. But we hadn't been to the vet in 2 weeks so I guess we were overdue! Luckily, I inspected her
owies and determined if the oozing didn't stop by the next day, I'd take her in. It did so now we're just watching to make sure nothing gets infected. She has a gash on her chin, a small cut on her tongue and a hole behind her big bottom canine. We thought she may have pulled a tooth out but it doesn't look like it. Luckily the wounds should heal themselves and we're serious, even though it looked like Jack the Ripper had been through her bed. We could tell she was in so much pain but the only plus about the whole thing was that we got snuggles all night. I hope she can catch a break soon and just be CALM.
So this week I have been SO thankful for wonderful neighbors (the one who took a chance and called, and my sweet, dear neighbor-friend who came and checked on her Thursday to make sure she wasn't bleeding everywhere, and has been my go-to gal for Maggie checks) and my mother- and sister-in-law who I could never repay enough for their kindness in dealing with a crummy situation and refusing anything in return. I've just been overwhelmed with gratitude for the terrific people who surround me and that everything turned out alright (and that we have pet insurance!).