The Dog Who Can't Die

Not that we want her to, we just didn't think she would live this long. Not even close.

Especially as she is bizzarely accident prone.

Lottie's History:

When she was two months old and we were in the middle of a move, Lottie managed to find my Handsome Engineer's fishing pole and snag herself on the double hooked lure. One hook went through her nose, and the other through her foot--attached by a 2 inch fish thing. Of course, she wouldn't hold still enough for us to remove them, and the vets were already closed, so we had to do the emergency vet thing. One sedative shot (the vet couldn't get the hooks out either she wiggled so much) and lots of money later, Lottie was just fine.

When she was two, she ruptured two disks in her back and we kept her basically immobile for a couple weeks. The vet told us that usually when it happens that young, it will happen again within a few years and there will be paralysis. "You might have her until she is 7." We were told.
Eight years and lots of money later, Lottie seems just fine.

She has been run over by a couple horses (she goes out in the field to eat horse manure--gross, I know). A little bit of concern and a few baths later, Lotties seems just fine.

She has extensive allergies to pretty much everything on planet earth, including grass, poultry (what dog is allergic to poultry??), and herself. A special diet (read: lots of money) later, Lottie seems just fine.

Two years ago, Lottie ruptured a jugular vein. No one knows how. And really, she should be dead. She was the "mystery case" at the (rather expensive) vet. Several blood tests, a follow up visit, and lots of money later, Lottie seems just fine.

Last year, she got a weird cyst on her head that we had to have surgically removed. Remember FrankenLottie? Lots of money later, Lottie seems . . .

Well, you get the picture.

So, really, last week when she got into the fox trap and ate an ENTIRE turkey neck--bones and all--I should have known she would be just fine. But I still worried. Because the turkey neck was rotten, having been out there for a while. And because Lottie is allergic to poultry. And because poultry bones splinter and can tear up a dog's insides.


I didn't spend lots of money, we kept an eye on her, but kept her at home. And of course . . .

Lottie is just fine.

Apparently, she is going to live forever.