“It stopped raining Jagger” as I opened the Coach’s curtains. Right after the morning coffee, John, Jagger and I went outside for a morning walk. Just a short one, the weather is still sketchy, and the cool moisture lingers in the air. It’s a beautiful day though, especially after all the rain we’ve had here in the desert.
No sooner than I step down from the Coach and I turn to see Jagger, who had run ahead approaching a Teddy Bear Cholla or Jumping Cholla cactus. I yell out; “STOPPP!”
Just as my command to STOP reaches his ears, he looks up with a mouthful of prickly Cholla balls that had been laying on the ground near the plant. “NOOOO!” Too late. He turns and appears to struggle with a mouthful of spines. I felt so sad and helpless when at a distance I saw him in pain. I screamed at him to get away, and he turned with a mouthful of cactus. I start to panic, but my planning kicks in immediately. I knew time was of the essence. I needed to perform surgery on Jagger quickly before he struggles and gets those nasty spines all over himself and me.
Instead of running toward Jagger, I run to the Workhorse and grab my work gloves. I’m thankful it was parked close by, and we weren’t walking in the desert somewhere. Then I pull out my Workman tool and convert it to pliers. You’re getting the idea.
I found Jagger already back at the safety of his Coach. By the time I reached him he was bleeding a little, both on his paws and mouth. He was able to get the ball of spines out of his mouth and on to his paws while I was getting my gloves. Then grabbing my Workman tool, I went to work removing the remaining thorns one at a time.
It was excruciating for Jagger and me, but he patiently laid there knowing I was helping him. Jagger surprised me as he didn’t let out a yelp or whimper while I worked on him as white fur was slightly turning pink. At this point, the grim look on my face turning sad, but I finally finished. Telling him, “I think I got them all buddy,” and he scampered into the Coach.
Watching him closely over the next few hours, he worked licking his paw occasionally even though I couldn’t find any more spines. The remainder of the day we laid around and visited with John, our only neighbor out here in the beautiful, but dangerous (at times) desert.
Good Morning Jagger
The next day Jagger seemed better, and while still attending to his paws occasionally, he appeared pretty normal. I think we avoided having to go to a Veterinary Hospital. I know it could have been much worse. I’m sure Jagger will be avoiding Cholla plants, and I’ve learned we can get through even disasters like this one.
Note To Self
When I am back at home and Jagger sees his regular doctor at Companion Pet Clinic, I going to ask for a medicating ointment or spray to have on hand in case there is another unseen emergency in our future.
Safe Travels…Gary and Jagger
Please, Safe Travels Jagger…Gary
Dates: February 1st-5th, 2019
In The Saddle: 0 Miles, 0 minutes
Camp: Queen Valley, AZ (Desert Boondock)
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