This guy…


This guy can’t stay out of trouble.

He turned 2 years old in July and here is what he has put us through.

1. Neutering. (The only surgery a dog should ever have to have.)

2. Hernia surgery, which later got infected and he spent a month wearing a cone of shame.

3. Many many many ear infections.

4. A dog at daycare bit through his foot and he had to get stitches. Another 3 weeks in the cone.

5. We can’t forget the day he got hit by a car…Horrifying.

His latest stunt was when we were at the lake downtown last Friday morning. I take him there most days to swim some of his energy away. I threw the ball into the water, watched him take a giant leap over a bush on the shore, land, and start panicking. I wasn’t sure what happened, but it looked like he was somehow stuck in the water, trying to free himself to swim back to me. He was yelping bloody murder, and as soon as I started heading into the lake to figure out what happened, another dog bolted in and started trying to wrestle/fight with Henry. This exchange was quick, and apparently freed him from whatever he was caught on.

When I got him out of the water a small crowd was gathered from all the commotion, and we all looked him up and down to try and figure out what hurt him in the water. All that remained was 2 gashes on his side. I figured he had just gotten cut on a rock that was hidden in the murky lake, but could see they were very deep cuts, so we headed to the vet.

The doctor gave him a good look-over, and concluded that she would need to keep him for the day and stitch him up. No big deal. I wasn’t worried at all. The 2 gashes really didn’t look that bad. So I went home and waited around (luckily I had literally nothing to do that day…) and got a call about 6 hours later to come by and pick him up.

Here’s how it went down when I got there.

Vet: “Ummm Mrs. Cody…About Henry. I have some news.”

Me: “Yeah?”

Vet: “Henry’s injury was worse than we thought. As I was stitching him up I found that the two puncture wounds in his side were connected underneath the skin.”

Me: “So…you mean something in the water went all the way through his skin and out again?”

Vet: “That, and he now looks like Frankenstein with all the stitches I had to give him after I cut and cleaned the wound”

Me: “Awesome.”

Poor little buddy was in the worst pain I have EVER seen him in (even more so than 5 aforementioned times in which he has almost died) He would barely walk around, he was up crying all night because he kept accidentally laying on the side of his body that was hurt, and he refused to go to the bathroom for like 2 days because it required too much effort.

The picture above is when we brought him home. If you look closely you can see how long the area is that is stitched up. And not to mention the heartbreaking, pathetic look in his eye.

So fast forward 5 days…Henry has been wearing a t-shirt of mine to cover the area, AND his best friend the cone of shame to keep him from tearing any of the stitches out. But lo and behold, no obstacle is too great for the mighty Henry, because he STILL managed to tear some stitches by rubbing his side against our furniture.


So here’s the boy. Back in the Vet waiting room. But can you tell he has some energy back? 4 staples later, and a LOT of pain killers (to “take the edge off” aka knock him out) we’re home again, and wondering what will be next with this crazy dog we call Henry boy.

The End.

Actually, not really even close to the end. But I’m at least praying for an end to our monthly vet emergencies.

Well, we’ve made our decision.

Portland it is.

On July 31st, Josh and I will head off into the great unknown.

Unknown because neither Josh nor I have ever been to the state of Oregon. Unknown because we’ve only ever traveled across 4 consecutive states before (in a car) in our lives.  And, what would have been the biggest challenge of all-a 45 pound, hyperactive puppy in a Mitsubishi Montero Sport for an entire month..

That’s why we’ve made one of the hardest choices of our lives and decided to re-home our beloved English Pointer. It is what was going to be best for us, and for once in…a lot of months…we had to decide to be selfish. This journey means everything to us and there’s no way we can afford a house with a fence once we get there. It’ll only get harder from here without him, but we have to make hard decisions sometimes.

One thing I can be sure of during these times of hard transition, and that is the incredible, deep, amazing, powerful Word of God.  He knows just how to comfort when my world seems to be falling apart.