|It's hard to be Percy...especially at NCRF
||[Apr. 2nd, 2007|02:08 pm]
Okay, so first Official Hound Coursing Show of the season. We start with trying Willow on the lure pole (think of a headless raccoon that makes an injured rabbit noise when it hits the ground tied to a long flexible pole). She falls twice on fairly easy corners. (I realize afterwards that the woodchips the jousters at NCRF have spread in this area on the field make it very slippery. I realize this of course, when I slip and almost fall on them.)
Then it's Percy's turn. We move out to the non-woodchip area...and then watch, the third time around, as he fails miserably to brake in time and I get to watch (in that special FX super-slow motion "ooooooooh, nooooooooo" kinda way) as he slams into the metal fence slat with one leg. Then commences screaming, holding a leg in the air, which at a distance is now bone white in the middle.
Screaming. Not yelping...no. A "I'm suspended by one leg in mid-air, and being flayed alive by tiny elves with dull butterknives and slippery fingers" kind of screaming. Now, I know that Percy is a drama queen, but still...I'm looking at a leg that's still bone white in the middle and I have over a hundred horrified people sitting in bleachers behind me.
What I really want to do, is just throw up. That's how that noise affects me. What do you want? I've clearly got sea cucumber in my ancestry.
But I didn't. And thankfully, by the time I got up to Percy, I could see that there was still a bit of tissue between me and his leg bone. He peeled back about a 2x3 inch flap of skin. But still screaming. So, I'm thinking I have got to get him off the field before he starts bleeding like a stuck pig. We limp off, and a very helpful EMT arrives to bandage him so that we don't leave a trail of blood all the way back to the Royal Glade.
(For those of you who missed LAST year at NCRF, Percy was the very same greyhound who, when a guest was very responsibly using a blade to cut lengths of leather for us, leaped up at the precise wrong moment and chose to have a sniff at the dagger heading in his direction, thus slicing his nose open and bleeding all weekend.)
I got him back and in the care of Captain Moone who was graciously keeping an eye on the Hound Tent while we were on the Field. HE was reeling from one of our audience members who had already hustled back to the Hound Tent to complain that we needed to "re-think" our show, since we were injuring our hounds in front of "all of those children." Look, lady, I will be happy to die never having heard a dog make that sound again, okay? But athletes screw up, and I'm not going to keep my dog from doing something he loves, just to keep another possible accident from happening.
I manage to trot back to the field just in time for the actual coursing (two hounds running the distance of the field after the lure) and get to watch Candy overshoot the lure and run headfirst into the chainlink fence at the end of the field and bounce back into a backward tumble.
So a whole weekend explaining Percy's injury. (He'll be fine...although another scar, I'm sure.) Lovely weather, great to see friends again...although, wow, forgot how hard Pepper works compared to Mari....