We walked into the waiting room and weighed Morgan. Suddenly the storm hit. It got quite dark, the wind blew the doors open, then the power went out. The emergency lights came on and all the electronics started beeping because they were on battery power.
Morgan is afraid of storms and a storm at the vet's office is every dog's nightmare. She was trembling and panting as everyone ran around trying to shut down computers and restore order. All the other patients and their families ran for their cars, but Morgan just needed to have her leg looked at and a shot, so we stayed.
Dr B was pleased with her progress. We discussed that this time her recovery will take longer because the other leg is still weak. He watched her walk and hopes that she starts putting a little more weight on her left leg in the next couple weeks.
When we got home the storm was almost over, though it continued to rain for a while. Morgan refused to eat and stayed curled in a ball, sleeping all day and evening. Rob and I were both worried about her, but by the next morning she was her cheerful self. We think she was so traumatized by the storm at the vet's that she chose her own way to cope, which was to sleep till it was just a distant memory.
Here she is today walking around the yard. You can see that she is starting to put some weight on her left leg now. We bought a sling to help her get up the stairs, but I'm still carrying her most of the time. Next week I'll start using the sling and make her do some of the work.